The orb of night once didst glow,
                                                         and thieved the seascape tableau;

And blended with the dawn,
                                                  which I once did set a wish upon:

But now I am an humbled man,
                                                      whom stokes the fire when I can;

For few sorrows haunt me of late,
                                                        sav­e for the lost boyhood I gave

To the subtle winds of change,
                                                 to the night that I deem most strange.