Labuntur et Imputantur

It was overcast. No hour at all was indicated by the gnomon. With difficulty I made out the slogan,Time and tide wait for no man. I had been waiting for you, Daphne, underneath the dripping laurels, near The sundial glade where first we met. I felt like Hamlet on the parapets of Elsinore, Alerted to the ectoplasmic moment, when Luna rends her shroud of cloud And sails into a starry archipelago. Then your revenant appeared and spake aloud: I am not who you think I am. For what we used to be is gone. The moment’s over, Whatever years you thought we spent together. You don’t know the story. And moreover, You mistook the drinking-fountain for a sundial. I put my lips to its whatever, And with difficulty I made out the slogan,Drink from me and you shall live forever.