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.