Salutation

Time, Change, I do salute, but not surrender!
The listening orbs of night have heard your tread,
Down the vast halls of heaven their fiery splendour
Shrouding in Titan dread.

But I, pale spark of momentary being,
Stamped out forever by your ruthless heels,
Nevertheless defy you, flashing, fleeing,
A memory 'twixt Memory's chariot-wheels!
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