thought moved to act but we were not well set
in those divisions of a high career
where much that we may want does not appear
in open form instead we have to fret
about the gifts that no good child could get
no options then except the most austere
will be allowed that's all we have to hear
the rest is silence or else is regret
you move your feet in quite another time
to music that no longer speaks of joy
in what we are but of historic pain
recorded as the annals of long crime
the means we find that foulest thieves employ
to loose the goods held on the silver chain
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