Was given for rest: who breaks this natural law
Wrongs body and soul alike. One vigorous hour
Of sober day-light thought is worth a night’s
Slow oscitations of a drowsy mind.
’Neath Eve’s pale star the desolate heart reverts
To those far moments, when the sky was blue,
And earth was green, as earth and sky to eyes
Once disenchanted, can appear no more.
We all are mourners. Good men must deplore
Lost hours, lost friends, lost pleasures; and the bad