Time, I Entreat You

Take not the rainbow's "pot of gold" away,

I could not live with stark reality.

Keep my heart young. Though years bring their decay,

Let virgin-faith companion still with me:

No craggy hill of thought will be too high

For me to climb and sing while doing so.

My forward-looking eyes will see blue sky

Beyond the darkness when the wild winds blow.

Let me, mind-tall, bend not before defeat;

The crest of truth be ever challenging

My will to dare new trailways ... I entreat

That I may ever feel the urge of spring.

Let me grow body-old, inform and spent,

But never let me grow indifferent.