tangents on time, for arya (pt.1)

i.
How feeds the man each minute of his hour,    
how uses he each hour of his day,
shall be to him the bit and rein of power
or destine him to idle and decay.      

How makes a man the choice of every morn,
what face he shall put on, what mountains climb,
shall make much lighter for him on the morrow
the task on which today he sets his mind.


ii.
Let not a dream be only dreamt for years,
a mansion that could be but is not built.
Let not the sway and whispering of fears,
have thee forget that it is naught but brick.

So clear thy clouded eye, make up thy mind.
Wait not for every piece to fall in place.
Now is the time; Now is the only time
to start towards the future; make thy haste.