Lines [poem by Louisa Lawson]

[Editor: This poem by Louisa Lawson was published in “The Lonely Crossing” and Other Poems (1905).]

Lines.

There is no time, there is no time,
And so we rush, and strain, and climb;
And run until we almost fly,
To find it takes no time to die.

Source:
Louisa Lawson, “The Lonely Crossing” and Other Poems, Sydney: Dawn Office, [1905], p. 94