'If you were an oat grass,' Breeze murmured mean to me. 'I'd tremble you most surely; you'd quake for all to see.
But Time he is my brother, and whitens so your hair; when you take your hat off, I'll run my fingers there.
If you were a reed bed, I'd fill you full of sighs; playing ancient melodies, the love-lost prize.
But Time he is my brother and he will make you groan, turning in your morning bed toward all that has flown.'
But Sun she bid Breeze silence, take his wuther and his bother, go bob the waking buds about, and never mind his brother.
She poured on me her sweet Lethe; I smiled behind closed eyes - it's always worth time's ravages to gain Elysium's prize.
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This is written in the easy lazy common singing form when only second and fourth lines rhyme. It really is a musical rhythm with bars. Generally each line has four beats but the last beat in each line is a rest - which can be used instead to take up extra slack. Musicians understand this kind of analysis of course. 'Of course,' you point out, 'but anyway, you could double up the line length and have it in couplets.'
