And only his hands have the cunning to put it in place.
We are given one hour to parley and struggle with Fate,
Our wild hearts filled with the dream, our brains with the high debate.
It is given to look on life once, and once only to die:
One testing, and then at a sign we go out of this sky.
And the task that is given to each man no other can do;
So the work is awaiting: it has waited through ages for you.
And now you appear; and the Hushed Ones are turning their gaze
To see what you do with your chance in the chamber of days.