Wanderer by moonlight, you never knew That mellow autumn of elusive fame Which you well-earned in your suffering youth Through the fatal cough as you labored in haste
In haste to set in jeweled, sunlit lines Each joyful day’s delight in nature and man Before they faded into that long night - You never knew what treasures you left to us
Then may your desperate pilgrimage to Rome Lead you at last to more glorious Stairs