'Tell me my fault,' was all he said.
When, at high noon, the blazing sky
Scorched in his head each haggard eye,
Then keenest rose his weary cry.
And when at eve the unpitying sun
Smiled grimly on the solemn fun,
'Alack,' he sighed, 'what have I done?'
But saddest, darkest was the sight,
When the cold grasp of leaden Night
Dashed him to earth, and held him tight.