TO TIME
OTime, you are an idiot’s fluid curse.O Time, you are an uninspired hearse.O Time, you kill beneath your robe of nurse.O Time, your eyes are cherubs drowned in pools,O Time, your wisdom scorns the aid of stools,O Time, your kindness blinds the life of fools.O Time, you blur pretentious intellect.O Time, you break the thrones that thoughts erect.O Time, your hands indifferently correctThe incoherent sorceries of menWho dance before a monstrous Axe and Pen,Waving the fetiches of words, and thenCensure the dance with pedestals of gauzeCleverly imitating rock, and lawsWhose opaque sureness broods above their cause.When irony will cease to be obscureTo men whose eyes resent the cloudy lureThat ends their tiny clarities, with pureAnd forming mists of words, then men will climbWith restless regularity, like Time,Who merely seeks a changing pantomime.O Time, you are too pure and swiftly wideFor men who try to check your colored strideWith opaque temples and a sleeping bride.
OTime, you are an idiot’s fluid curse.O Time, you are an uninspired hearse.O Time, you kill beneath your robe of nurse.O Time, your eyes are cherubs drowned in pools,O Time, your wisdom scorns the aid of stools,O Time, your kindness blinds the life of fools.O Time, you blur pretentious intellect.O Time, you break the thrones that thoughts erect.O Time, your hands indifferently correctThe incoherent sorceries of menWho dance before a monstrous Axe and Pen,Waving the fetiches of words, and thenCensure the dance with pedestals of gauzeCleverly imitating rock, and lawsWhose opaque sureness broods above their cause.When irony will cease to be obscureTo men whose eyes resent the cloudy lureThat ends their tiny clarities, with pureAnd forming mists of words, then men will climbWith restless regularity, like Time,Who merely seeks a changing pantomime.O Time, you are too pure and swiftly wideFor men who try to check your colored strideWith opaque temples and a sleeping bride.
OTime, you are an idiot’s fluid curse.O Time, you are an uninspired hearse.O Time, you kill beneath your robe of nurse.
OTime, you are an idiot’s fluid curse.
O Time, you are an uninspired hearse.
O Time, you kill beneath your robe of nurse.
O Time, your eyes are cherubs drowned in pools,O Time, your wisdom scorns the aid of stools,O Time, your kindness blinds the life of fools.
O Time, your eyes are cherubs drowned in pools,
O Time, your wisdom scorns the aid of stools,
O Time, your kindness blinds the life of fools.
O Time, you blur pretentious intellect.O Time, you break the thrones that thoughts erect.O Time, your hands indifferently correct
O Time, you blur pretentious intellect.
O Time, you break the thrones that thoughts erect.
O Time, your hands indifferently correct
The incoherent sorceries of menWho dance before a monstrous Axe and Pen,Waving the fetiches of words, and then
The incoherent sorceries of men
Who dance before a monstrous Axe and Pen,
Waving the fetiches of words, and then
Censure the dance with pedestals of gauzeCleverly imitating rock, and lawsWhose opaque sureness broods above their cause.
Censure the dance with pedestals of gauze
Cleverly imitating rock, and laws
Whose opaque sureness broods above their cause.
When irony will cease to be obscureTo men whose eyes resent the cloudy lureThat ends their tiny clarities, with pure
When irony will cease to be obscure
To men whose eyes resent the cloudy lure
That ends their tiny clarities, with pure
And forming mists of words, then men will climbWith restless regularity, like Time,Who merely seeks a changing pantomime.
And forming mists of words, then men will climb
With restless regularity, like Time,
Who merely seeks a changing pantomime.
O Time, you are too pure and swiftly wideFor men who try to check your colored strideWith opaque temples and a sleeping bride.
O Time, you are too pure and swiftly wide
For men who try to check your colored stride
With opaque temples and a sleeping bride.