The brawling of a sparrow in the eaves The brilliant moon and all the milky sky And all that famous harmony of leaves Had blotted out man's image and his cry.
Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by
When we have blamed the wind we can blame love.
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream?