did not think that I should find them there
I came back again; but there they stood,
in the days they dreamed of when young blood
in their cheeks and women called them fair.
sure, they met me with an ancient air,—
yes, there was a shop-worn brotherhood
them; but the men were just as good,
just as human as they ever were.
you that ache so much to be sublime,
you that feed yourselves with your descent,
comes of all your visions and your fears?
and kings are but the clerks of Time,
the same dull webs of discontent,
the same sad alnage of the years.