Sometime the sun o’er brights the sky
And closes the scene in front of me,
Then opens another in my mind’s eye
And sets my conscious wandering free.
Mid themes unheld by force or age
Some part in me tries to connect
With that which haunts our human stage,
With that I fear we do neglect.
But then a simple cloud will call
The sun away. And so to break
That too bright thrall.
And set me walking: progress to make,
And work to do, and living to ply,
Till the sun again o’er brights my eye.