I am the pool of gold When sunset burns and dies-- You are my deepening skies; Give me your stars to hold
What we have never had, remains; It is the things we have that go.
All through the deep blue night The fountain sang alone; It sang to the drowsy heart of the satyr carved in stone. The fountain sang and sang But the satyr never stirred- Only the great white moon In the empty heaven heard.
The world is tired, the year is old, The faded leaves are glad to die.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
I saw above a sea of hills A solitary planet shine, And there was no one, near or far, to keep the world from being mine.