We see here, the familiar
I need'nt not remember
That long forlorn October
Cold and dark, this place
Passing here, I ever
Recite the lines—now sober
All I come to treasure
Had gone without a trace
Love, it seems a fickle thing
After you become a king
And so conquer
Though even Solomon did falter
When all his riches could not bring
Or surpass, above the alter
What he sought most, I now sing:
"Of every age and every year
This is the music of the sphere!
Know and see our destiny
Hear and feel tranquility
Free of fear eternally
Essence of the gods
Conjuring the phantasy
Composing the rhapsody
Complicit in illicity
Message in the song
Spreading far and long
Explicit in sincerity
Knowing right from wrong
In this plane of opulence
Formally, this elegance
Solely, swearing allegiance
Kingdom of most high
Summoning the brilliance
Settling in eloquence
So immense, in eminence
In Empyrean sky
Ruling far and wide
Innocence, in reverence
Where wren and eagle fly
Walk in shade of mystery
A step, a page in history
A word, a passing century
Delve into our doom
Here, the courts, a mortuary
Now, the schools, an aviary
Sense—the point—a cassowary
Never to fly true
The arrow, to the blue
Had once, very—with mastery
Arched above the moon,"
What was once familiar
In that lonesome October
Now I can't remember
What was once commonplace
We witness next to never
The constellations measured
Now forgone endeavour
Became empty, as in space
What I've known is not your rhyme
Nor your parlay with divine
And the profane
Poets will never be the same
As they ever were in time
"What will wax, must then soon wane,"
But moon, and tide, legend, is thine