Time! Time! Ever-changing Time,

Why dost thou plague my nether-ranging mind?

A dark chaotic, fiery ocean is its kind,

A harrowing hell of demons; this child of thine.

Time! Time! Slayer of reason,

Why dost thou alter my mortal season?

Spring brings the buds of woe; Summer brings its barbarous legion,

In the Fall I flee to friends that turn foe; Winter freezes me in their icy treason.

Thy pendulum, lethargic in its sordid swing,

Is unrelenting and ever-lasting with the sorrow these seasons bring,

Fast doth thy fly

In breaths of glee,

Like Haley across the sky

Joy is brief to  me,

Time,- your wrath rushes forth in torrents,

Consuming all within your druid currents,

Time,-Time,- Time,- morbid is thy theft,

Thy restricts sweet breath, and thus summon silent Death,

Dearest Time,- come: dwell in my verse,

Ease the vigil of thy curse,

retreat into insignificance as when man was first,

Please- please- please- woeful Time,- in tenderness will Life thee nurse?

A drowsy aura floats down upon my brain,

As if Cronus granted Morpheus power to ease my pain,

Sleep seems rich and tempting; for my body to match my eyes of lead,

Time,- bestow on me the lovely mirth that fled,

Time,- end your disease and seasons that make me wee[,

Or else vile Time, grant me eternal sleep.