Write down the theme of the following poem (not more than 50 words) :

Time, you old gipsy man,

Will you not stay,

Put up your caravan

Just for one day?

All things I'll give you

Will you be my guest

Bells for your jennet

Of silver the best.

…………………………………….

Goldsmiths shall beat you

A great golden ring,

Peacocks will bow to you,

Little boys sing,

Oh, and sweet girls will

Festoon you with may.

Time, you old gipsy,

Why hasten away?

O father and mother, if buds are nipped,

And blossoms blown away;

And if the tender plants are stripped

Of their joy in the springing day,

By sorrow and care's dismay,-

How shall the summer arise in joy,

Or the summer fruits appear?

Or how shall we gather what griefs destroy,

Or bless the mellowing year,

When the blasts of winter appear?

I sit in one of the dives

On fifty-second street

Uncertain and afraid

As the clever hopes expire.

Of a low dishonest decade:

Waves of anger and fear

Circulate over the bright

And darkened lands of the earth.

Obsessing our private lives;

The unmentionable odour of death

Offends the September night.

I died for beauty, but was scarce

Adjusted in the tomb,

When One who died for truth was lain

In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I failed?

"For beauty", I replied.

"And I for truth-the two are one;

We brethren are," he said.

And so, as kinsmen met a-night,

We talked between the rooms,

Until the moss had reached our lips,

And covered up our names.