Time! What have you done to me? What reasons
must I find to understand, with patience,
the swiftness with which you bring the seasons,
marking my journey. Leaving me no grace!
You steal upon me: paint my hair and then,
you sneak away, content for just a Time
to let your vilest secrets hide again;
leaving your clues at the scene of your crime.
Must I lose all hope and surrender now?
Or must I struggle on – forget the cost?
Then my love appears and kisses my brow;
and Time, the thoughts of you are all but
I shed the clothes that you would bid me
And young again, walk boldly anywhere!