Children of the Night — Ballade by the Fire

Prince, do you sleep to the sound alway Of the mournful surge and the sea-birds' crying?

-- Or does love still shudder and steel still slay, Where the bones of the brave in the wave are lying?

Ballade by the Fire Slowly I smoke and hug my knee, The while a witless masquerade Of things that only children see Floats in a mist of light and shade: They pass, a flimsy cavalcade, And with a weak, remindful glow, The falling embers break and fade, As one by one the phantoms go.

Then, with a melancholy glee To think where once my fancy strayed, I muse on what the years may be Whose coming tales are all unsaid, Till tongs and shovel, snugly laid Within their shadowed niches, grow By grim degrees to pick and spade, As one by one the phantoms go.

But then, what though the mystic Three Around me ply their merry trade?

-- And Charon soon may carry me Across the gloomy Stygian glade?

-- Be up, my soul!

nor be afraid Of what some unborn year may show;

But mind your human debts are paid, As one by one the phantoms go.

ENVOY

Life is the game that must be played: This truth at least, good friend, we know;

So live and laugh, nor be dismayed As one by one the phantoms go.

Ballade of Broken Flutes