And yet a little while before the sun sets.

Before our chance to send our thunderous yawp

Heavenwards; before the day begets

Our expectation, there we find our top.

The moment lacks its wanted gravity,

And, with a hint of scarcely seen surprise,

The light switch falls again so quietly --

Though one would think it should be otherwise,

For we were different and aren't we all? --

At the appointed go the lights, and fly

The dreams; At the appointed goes the wall

That splits us from the nagging reason why;

Still children we, sailing upon a billowy Sea,

Do close our eyes, pluck up our courage, and from illusion flee.