RECONCILIATION
 
 SOME may have blamed you that you took away
 The verses that could move them on the day
 When, the ears being deafened, the sight of the eyes blind
 With lightning, you went from me, and I could find
 Nothing to make a song about but kings,
 Helmets, and swords, and half-forgotten things
 That were like memories of you – but now
 We'll out, for the world lives as long ago;
 And while we're in our laughing, weeping fit,
 Hurl helmets, crowns, and swords into the pit.
 But, dear, cling close to me; since you were gone,
 My barren thoughts have chilled me to the bone.