Dearest, once more! This I could tell and tell Till life turned drowsy with the ceaseless note; Dearest, once more! The words throb in my throat, My heart beats to them like a muffled bell.
Change—Time and Change! O Change and Time, you come Not knocking at my door, knowing me gone; Here have I dwelt within my heart alone, Watching and waiting, while my muse was dumb
Song was gone from me—sweet, I could not sing, Save as men sing upon the lonely hills; Under my hand the old chord ceased to ring,
Hushed by the grinding of the high gods’ mills. Dearest, once more. Those mad mills had their way— Now is mine hour. To every man his day.