He kept the ships in safety and was glad;
And yet, late coming with the light’s supplies,
They found the love no longer in his eyes—
The keeper of the light had fallen mad.
IMMORTALITY.
When I was grass, perhaps I may have wept
As every year the grass-blades paled and slept;
Or shrieked in anguish impotent, beneath
The smooth impartial cropping of great teeth—
I don’t remember much what came to pass