You think I live in yesterday,

Because I think your way the wrong one;

But I have hewed and ploughed my way,

And—unlike yours—it's been a long one.

I let Victoria toll her bell,

And went with Strindberg for a ride, sir.

I've fought through your own day as well,

And come out on the other side, sir,—

The further side, the morning side,

I read free verse (the Psalms) on Sunday.