The Passing of the Hours by Ella HigginsonThe hours steal by with still, unasking lips—So lightly that I cannot hear their tread;And softly touch me with their finger-tipsTo find if I be dreaming, or be dead.And yet however still their flight may be,Their ceaseless going weights my heart with tears;These touches will have wrought deep scars on me—When the light hours have worn to heavy years.-----Prosodia is a daily podcast dedicated to historical notes and poems, hosted by Karim El Azhari. Welcome!All show notes are heavily recycled from old The Writer’s Almanac archives. May that podcast rest in peace (it was Karim’s favorite).All poems are public domain or submitted by the author for use on the show.Intro and outro music by Chillhop Records. They are amazing!