What’s the world’s love! An empty boon,
Witness it, Bard of “Bonny doon.”
Witness it, He with “Sandal shoon,”
And Abbotsford—
A light burnt to its socket, soon
A quip—a word.
And then, as seeks the wounded bird
The deepest shades to moan unheard,
The heart turns from each friendly word,
And comfort flies—