The Ballad Of Time
The Ballad Of Time


If all but age; if all but age,
All but youth and time
Threw more than a rage-
Thence, a muse were a sage
And love the perfect crime.
If all the world; all the world,
All the world could be-
Like a flower with petals curled
And enchantment as bewitching as to see.
If all the clouds, all the clouds,
All the air could come and woe;
Our livery would only be as proud
And shady as an oak row.
If men could be; could be,
But a moor where feelings persist;
Leaves were fleeter than the waves of the sea.
And largely, all shall cease to exist.