Oh, cruel and callous clock,
Your hands are as long as hours.
You set your minutes on me - let them run amuck:
And freely in the darkness they devour...
Do angels fly at night?
Or is it just too cold?
Would you descend to Hell's depths and take that plight,
Just to give me your hand to hold?
No - listen - go now and run away!
Because these will bring you to your...