What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
The best way to excape his ire Is, not to seem too happy.
Into the street the piper stepped, Smiling first a little smile As if he knew what magic slept In his quiet pipe the while. And the piper advanced And the children followed.
Earth being so good, would heaven seem best?
Oh never star Was lost here but it rose afar.
Strike when thou wilt, the hour of rest, but let my last days be my best.