1. People have ridden the horse of time,
Not as riders are wont their steeds to spur.

2. Ah, for our vile degenerate species' home,
Left this poor wight within its walls to stir!

3. Had he but seen its visage when the veil
Was lifted, he had turned from union's lure,

4. Contented to be partner'd and to share;
But man is like the letter noun between

5. His fellow letters dormant or astir.
He may attain the object of his quest,