
Time to be,
I have with joy.
That a heart in pounding,
There is a sense of me.
With me, I know;
There's a measure in a measure,
That of time, which is time.
Whether to joy or to woe,
Either can fill me so.
So, with time
I pass to know,
That choice of joy or woe,
Is with time,
That which I sow.