This Hour Is Now Leaving

This hour is now leaving Through foliage of time For short while in its briefing It had its way and prime Within buildings of its realms That raised it high and lows It’s now in past on whelms As new things come in slow The long on turning river Flowing its water deep Through moments will deliver Each hour of its keep In times of yore and yearning Where distances are driven The wheels of time are turning The aspects it’s given This day that is now rising To give us a new call From under the clouds disguising Whatever to fate shall fall Its ages of sunrise and set To blossoms of growing still In its ordinary and select That life to time must fulfill