Who wants Wednesday? Who wants that day?

I do, it's mine. Don't throw Wednesday away.

Who wants words spoken oh long since?

I want them. I heard them spoken once.

Air, who wants the air birds will use?

Air of all four is the element I choose.

Who wants the always open doorway, doubt?

I do. It is the way I walk in and out.

And honor's diary; and the stars in mind;

A clock that runs too fast, yet never wound;

And underground a ring cut with your name;

And green ivy; and an empty golden frame?

I want them all. All these belong to me.

What I was, what I am, and what I am to be.

Pay me for them. What do you offer me?

What I was, what I am, and what I am to be.