II.

The air broke into a mist with bells,

The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.

Had I said, “Good folk, mere noise repels—

“But give me your sun from yonder skies!”

They had answered “And afterward, what else?”

III.

Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun

To give it my loving friends to keep!

Nought man could do, have I left undone: