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