With a little, impatient sigh?
A little sigh and the sadder thought
“He might have ruled our world,
And here he is suddenly crazed and whirled
On an aimless search for the sky.”
But the moon will shine on the towers,
And the stars make beauty by night,
The chimes turn mellow the hours
Till the still dawn waken the light.
I never shall heed such a thing,