Time for you and time for me,
Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge,
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
Power of some sort or other will go on
And a tense, musty, unignorable silence,
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
The meek, the white, the gentle,
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Are recognised, and robed as destinies.
Time for you and time for me,
Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge,
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
Power of some sort or other will go on
And a tense, musty, unignorable silence,
And your Aryan eye, bright blue.
The meek, the white, the gentle,
Another came; nor yet beside the rill,
Curled once about the house, and fell asleep.
Are recognised, and robed as destinies.