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;