Slipping ... slipping ... oh slipping!
But what does that matter?
For Time has come to the help of the gray wraith ...
Grave, gray Father Time with a handful of moments—
Dust? Ashes?...
He has set the rose-shrouded sundial in shadow.
.......
Now the broad marble seat is empty
Except where gray wraith has sunk down in the moonlight
Victorious.