And when she cometh and flings down her gage
And claims her kingdom, ’tis thy time to go.
And when in turn thou comest she must flee.
Each has a realm, and each must reign alone;
And not for her remains and not for thee
To seize and claim an undivided throne.
The sky it loves thee, but it loves the moon;
The world it needs thee, but it needs the night.
Blind us not, then, with thine inopportune,
Bewildering, and unexpected light.