The Clock Of The Years

"A spirit passed before my face; the hair of my flesh stood up."      And the Spirit said,     "I can make the clock of the years go backward,     But am loth to stop it where you will."      And I cried, "Agreed      To that. Proceed:      It's better than dead!"      He answered, "Peace";     And called her up - as last before me;     Then younger, younger she freshed, to the year      I first had known      Her woman-grown,      And I cried, "Cease! -      "Thus far is good -     It is enough - let her stay thus always!"     But alas for me. He shook his head:      No stop was there;      And she waned child-fair,      And to babyhood.      Still less in mien     To my great sorrow became she slowly,     And smalled till she was nought at all      In his checkless griff;      And it was as if      She had never been.      "Better," I plained,     "She were dead as before! The memory of her     Had lived in me; but it cannot now!"      And coldly his voice:      "It was your choice      To mar the ordained."     1916.