A sun-dial is calm time, old time, beautiful spacious time 

 in a garden; it is slow waltz time, — time that flows like a 

 shining twist of honey, sweet and slow. A sun-dial prods 

 nobody, a sun-dial can trance and forget; it lets the green 

 hours glide. And at the close of day, when Evening leans 

 upon the garden gate, your sun-dial ceases to suppose it 

 knows the hour. 



—"The Villa for Coelebs," J. H. Yoxall. 



