Something occurs, and God knows what,
Tyrannosaurus fades like a ghost.
That throws a light on our little lot,
Love that is won, love that is lost.
Even a hundred years from now,
If this poor earth is rolling still,
Hearts will quiver, break or bow—
Provided the plants have chlorophyll.
Oh well! Oh hell! We must be heroic,
And it helps to scan a million of years.