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TO TIME, THE TYRANT
Ave, Imperator, senectus te salutat
Time, in whose kingship is Song,
What shall I bring to thee now,
Weary of heart and of brow—
Now, that the shadows are long!
What shall I bring to thee now,
Weary of heart and of brow—
Now, that the shadows are long!
Not with the young and the strong
Numbered am I. And I bow,
Time!
Numbered am I. And I bow,
Time!
Yet—let me stand in the throng;
Yet—let me hail and allow
Youth, that no Combat can cow,
Strength, that is stronger than Wrong,
Time!
Yet—let me hail and allow
Youth, that no Combat can cow,
Strength, that is stronger than Wrong,
Time!
1911.
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