And yet there’s more
Than whirl and wind
And winding up the key
Than times that pass
And days that die
In all except our thoughts
And is there more
In whirling world
Than winding up the key
Than climbing stairs
And trickling down
Like light’s frail falling rays
And is there more for us in life
Than fading day by day
Abiding by our failing fate
By dimming of the candle’s flame
And sinking in the silent shade
Till darkness gets its due
For gone are days
Of stone and bronze
The world is sand
And the wind rises