Hourglass

All hath one arrow
To pierce one starry sky
Yet thou fanciest more
To sing thy name the glory.
Every man shall know
That wisest daughter's silence
Yet thou fanciest more
To sing thy name the glory.
But one flying colour
Shall not bring you joy
For thou fanciest more
To sing thy fame and story.
And one marching soul
Knelt once before thee
Yet thou long'st for more
To sing thine eyes their glory.
One day thou shall meet
With a brave, witty writer
And thou count the pages
Of thine shallow, selfish story.