O the shying sun behind the clouds

We are all await for you

The birds cheering all in lauds

Some are reaching away for you

The vacant huts and a fallen one;

Recalling for the bygone lords

Echoing back the cheers of none

You may see them with the nods

O seer, for the very old reasons

The witness of the past and coming

The cruel and blessed, differed seasons

You saw a dull beside cunning

The war near the clear-water

And the celebration beside the red lake

The fleshes which didn’t matter

Was that all for the goodness sake?

You know it better than the old goon

Dumb, dim and deafer

Come and hear the song of cold loon

But please hide if you prefer

For you have seen enough

From the east and the west

Every creature rough and tough

Would vanish like the rest