For Katrina’s Sun-Dial

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For Katrina’s Sun-Dial

In Her Garden of Yaddo

Hours fly,

Flowers die

New days,

New ways,

Pass by.

Love stays.

Time is

Too Slow for those who Wait,

Too Swift for those who Fear,

Too Long for those who Grieve,

Too Short for those who Rejoice;

But for those who Love,

Time is not.