Hi there,
I'm trying to track down the author and name of the poem below. It's engraved on the back of a brass hand pocket "Dollond London" compass I have but has no author or name engraved in addition to the poem. The maker of these old compasses (no longer around) I'm told by an antique dealer used poems by Robert Frost however after doing an extensive search for phrases in the poem and looking through Frost's poems in books can't seem to find this particular poem, any ideas? Here it goes:
Inner time is limitless from past lives can no longer remember, only feel time flows.
And around me a continuum moves and swirls, engulfing me.
And moves majestically beyond my inner sight or imagination this time is immense, a celestial sphere.
Yet it does not forget me, it embraces me.
I am a part of its verity.
It is part of mine my life flows, it flows.
Cheers, Paul.
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