Give me Nepenthe

    With the lulling eyes

To shut away the world!

    To sleep, to dream,

And in this clover-scented air

   Slip through imprisoning Time

And find my Spirit free!

Alas, not thus

    Shalt thou escape from Time.

Thou wilt return again

    And yet again

Till thou hast paid

    The uttermost farthing.

Didst thou not know

    Time is a debtors prison?

Whom dost thou owe?

    Owe not Nepenthe.

~From Maurice Nicoll