Once, very long ago

Once, very long ago,

When there was still the sun,

Before these times, before

The light was darkened,

One whom we used to know

Made life most noble; one

Who would have changed the world

Had people hearkened.

It was a dream. Perhaps

Time drugs the soul with dreams

To all but blind desire

For high attempt;

Then the intense string snaps;

The project seems

A hearth without a fire,

A madness dreamt.