the years shall run like rabbits

'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you
till China and Africa meet,
and the river jumps over the mountain
and the salmon sing in the street,
I'll love you till the ocean
is folded and hung up to dry
and the seven stars go squawking
like geese about the sky
'the years shall run like rabbits,
for in my arms I hold
the Flower of the Ages,
and the first love of the world.'
But all the clocks in the city
began to whirr and chime:
'O let not Time deceive you,
you cannot conquer Time.