The dark, invisible hand of secret Fate
Brought it to come to being that they met
After so many years of lying in wait.
While we least think it he prepares his Mate.
Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases
Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.
II
October Fair-time is the time for fun,
For all the street is hurdled into rows
Of pens of heifers blinking at the sun,