To Time

Away, vile Time! Your hoary fingernail
Will scratch out eyes and damage ear and joint,
Cause all my frame and even mind to fail.
Enough of surf-like years that disappoint
The hopes of youth and slowly undermine
Achievement's highest cliffs, until they crash
A heap of rubble on the beach. Confine
Your wasteful work to other men! Make trash
Of any life that has not written some
High purpose on its heart, some discipline
Imposed, helped another overcome
Or worked a moral victory to win.

I challenge Time -- lack courage to attack;
Grim Death leers at me there behind Time's back!