Classic Poem

Hail requiem of departed time
Never was richman's funeral
Followed behind the pall
By the heir's eager feet,
With resignation more complete
Yet not his hope is mine

Thou diggst the grave of each day
Not mine, Dig it thou shalt;
I defy thee to forbear it

O Time thou loiterer
Thou whose might
Laid low Enceladus & crushed the moth
Rest on thy hoary throne forgetting
Alike thy agitations & thy graves

Arachnean webs decoying & destroying
Webs whereat the Gorgons ply
But lo! thy web's motheaten
The shuttles quiver as the loom's beams are shaken