Friend or Foe
But all the clocks in the city Began to whirr and chime: "O let not Time deceive you, You cannot conquer Time. In the burrows of the Nightmare where Justice naked is, Time watches from the shadow And coughs when you would kiss. In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day. Into many a green valley Drifts the appalling snow; Time breaks the threaded dances And the diver's brilliant bow.

W. H. Auden
As I Walked Out One Evening
Random House, 1940.