Theme To Wendel Stivers

<br>When I do count the clock that tells the time<br>And see the brave day sunk in hideous night,<br>When I behold the violet past prime<br>And sable curls all silvered o`er with white<br>When lofty trees I see barren of leaves<br>Which erst from heat did canopy the herd<br>And summer`s green all girded up in sheaves<br>Borne on the bier with white and bristly beard:<br>Then of thy beauty do I question make<br>That though among the wastes of time must go,<br>Since sweets and beauties do themselves forsake,<br>And die as fast as they see others grow,<br>And nothing `gainst Time`s scythe can make defense,<br>Save breed, to brave him when he takes thee hence.<br>Primary<br>(All right now!)<br>The primary means of motivation,<br>Walks onto her place on thirteenth street.<br>The primary means of motivation,<br>Paints a picture on her lover`s face.