Oh, love your dog, your bed, your platter,
But do not love the gray time.
A faithful dog will not so flatter
As gray time will flatter you.

Your eye is not a nest for it.
Your mirror, not a test for it.
Your palate feels: won't go away.

It burns your pearls in despair.
And you wake up: your wisest hair
Is fooled and gray.

1940