Poems (Robert Underwood Johnson)/Premonitions

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PREMONITIONS
    There 's a shadow on the grass
     That was never there before;
    And the ripples as they pass
     Whisper of an unseen oar;
    And the song we knew by rote
    Seems to falter in the throat,
And a footfall, scarcely noted, lingers near the open door.

    Omens that were once but jest
     Now are messengers of fate;
    And the blessing held the best
     Cometh not or comes too late.
    Yet, whatever life may lack,
    Not a blown leaf beckons back,
"Forward!" is the summons. "Forward! where the new horizons wait."

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