Classic Poem

These Times

" This is my hour, the sum of tireless ages;
These times are those for which all Time prepared.
And as I come, the old accounts are squared;
Creation smiles, accepting me as wages.
Not to make good the dream of fools and sages,
A pat millennium, a world ensnared;
But with great boasts that none has ever dared,
I come: a challenge hurled at creeds and cages.

" This is my hour, mine these arrogant days.
This rushing insolence, this vehement blaze
Sweeps through me as the sea sweeps through a breaker.
Intolerant of custom and control,
Aroused more for the contest than the goal,
I am thrown forth, a menace — and a maker. " English