Will this flower always doubt this bee
And think it to be the same
As many a small buzzing fool
Who in passing before it came?

Will this ocean always be a loss,
To this hapless seeker for a way,
Alternating doldrums and stirring storms
To keep this shipwrecked one at bay?

Will this moon always draw a veil
When this wolf opens his heart
And call upon an untimely wind
Before this lonesomes' song can start?

Will this beautiful universe always twinkle
Mesmerising in sight, then gone again
But keep this star gazer bound to a hope
Of sparkling clear skies after the rain?