Here comes the thief
Men nickname Time,
Oh, hide you, leaf,
And hide you, rhyme.
Leaf, he would take you
And leave you rust.
Rhyme, he would flake you
With spotted dust.
Scurry to cover,
Delicate maid
And serious lover.
Girl, bind the braid
Of your burning hair;
he has an eye
For the lusciously fair
Who passes by.
O lover, hide –
Who comes to plunder 
Has the crafty stride
Of unheard thunder.
Quick – lest he snatch,
In his grave need,
And sift and match,
Then sow like seed
Your love’s sweet grief
On the backward air,
With the rhyme and the leaf
And the maiden’s hair.