"Touch us gently, Time! Let us glide adown thy stream, Gently, - as we sometimes glide Through a quiet dream!"
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Time is cast here less as a tyrant than as an oarsman with a steady hand, and that reversal tells you what Barry Cornwall is after: not mastery over mortality, but a softer contract with it. “Touch us gently” is a startling verb choice. Time doesn’t just pass; it makes contact. The line begs for mercy from an force that is usually impersonal, and the plea lands because it refuses heroic posturing. This isn’t “stop the clock.” It’s “don’t bruise us on your way through.”
The river image (“thy stream”) is Romantic-era shorthand, but Cornwall tweaks it with choreography: “glide adown,” repeated “gently,” a lullaby rhythm that practically rocks the reader. The poem’s music performs its argument. Even the archaic “thy” matters; it elevates Time into a quasi-deity, which makes the request feel like a prayer offered without doctrine: faith in tenderness rather than salvation.
The subtext is weariness with the jagged version of change - grief, aging, disillusionment - and a desire to be carried rather than shoved. Pairing the stream with “a quiet dream” is strategically evasive: dreams are temporary, porous, almost consequence-free. Cornwall wants life to borrow that texture, to make impermanence feel less like loss and more like drifting.
Contextually, this is a 19th-century sensibility negotiating modern acceleration at the edges: industrial timekeeping, social churn, the sense that the pace of living is tightening. Cornwall’s answer isn’t rebellion. It’s a seduction of Time itself, asking it to slow its grip even if it won’t slow its march.
The river image (“thy stream”) is Romantic-era shorthand, but Cornwall tweaks it with choreography: “glide adown,” repeated “gently,” a lullaby rhythm that practically rocks the reader. The poem’s music performs its argument. Even the archaic “thy” matters; it elevates Time into a quasi-deity, which makes the request feel like a prayer offered without doctrine: faith in tenderness rather than salvation.
The subtext is weariness with the jagged version of change - grief, aging, disillusionment - and a desire to be carried rather than shoved. Pairing the stream with “a quiet dream” is strategically evasive: dreams are temporary, porous, almost consequence-free. Cornwall wants life to borrow that texture, to make impermanence feel less like loss and more like drifting.
Contextually, this is a 19th-century sensibility negotiating modern acceleration at the edges: industrial timekeeping, social churn, the sense that the pace of living is tightening. Cornwall’s answer isn’t rebellion. It’s a seduction of Time itself, asking it to slow its grip even if it won’t slow its march.
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