An Ode To Time

Ho! sportsman Time, whose chargers fleet          The moments, madly driven,     Beat in the dust beneath their feet          Sweet hopes that years have given;     Turn, turn aside those reckless steeds,          Oh! do not urge them my way;     There's nothing that Time wants or needs          In this contented by-way.     You have down-trodden, in your race,          So much that proves your power,     Why not avoid my humble place?          Why rob me of my dower?     With your vast cellars, cavern deep,          Packed tier on tier with treasures,     You would not miss them should I KEEP          My little store of pleasures.     As one who, frightened, flying, flings          Her riches down at random,     Your course is paved with precious things          Life casts before your tandem:     The warrior's fame, the conqueror's crown,          Great creeds for ages cherished,     Beneath your chariot-wheels were thrown,          And, crushed to earth, they perished.     Although to just and generous deeds          Your heart is not a stranger,     I have the feeling that one needs          To guard his wealth from danger.     And though a most heroic light          Oft on your pathway lingers,     I'd hide my treasures, if I might,          From contact with your fingers.     You are the loyal friend of Truth,          Go seek her, make her stronger,     And leave the remnant of my youth          To me a little longer.     There's work enough for you before          Eternity shall wed you:     Why stoop to steal my simple store?          Why make me shun and dread you?     You do not need my joys, I say,          Home, love, and friends united -     I beg you turn and go the way          Where wrong waits to be righted;     Or pause, and let us chat a while:          I'll listen -not too near you,     For oh! no matter how you smile,          I fear you, Time, I fear you!