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(verses to "The Boar’s Head Carol"; refrains to "The Road Goes Ever On")
Ten cubits width to four of height,
A shiny pyramid comes to be;
Six hundred feet into the air,
And built for all eternity.
As thousands labor, Pharoah dies.
The solemn pyramid now entombs,
For life can speak, but death replies;
A mile away, the desert looms.
As ages pass, the sands blow free;
The ancient pyramid stands less tall;
Five hundred feet, now four, now three--
Yet lasting as the empires fall.
Still four to ten in ratio
The pyramid shrinks before our sight;
The sand dunes round it slowly grow
And sphinxes pass into the night.
What time had willed be unobserved
The faithful pyramid soon has lost --
Its pharoah gone to be preserved;
His gold adornments pay the cost.
A French inscription turns to dust;
Around the pyramid, ages pass.
A foreign tank decays to rust.
A bread mold grows to desert grass.
The forces move the continents;
The steady pyramid rides along.
The desert, many times immense,
Engulfs what once endeared the throng.
Still four to ten in ratio
The pyramid shrinks before our sight;
The sand dunes round it slowly grow
And oceans pass into the night.
On June the Sixth, Ten Thousand Four,
The golden pyramid still is seen,
Five inches o’er the desert floor
Before the storm can intervene.
The ill wind comes before the dawn;
The tiny pyramid, not undone,
Stands proudly as in ages gone;
Three inches high, now two, now one...
And as on Mars, as desert comes,
A stalwart pyramid disappears;
And as on Mars, the Earth succumbs;
No one is left to shed the tears.
Now nought to nought in ratio,
The pyramids vanish from our sight;
The sand dunes round them slowly grow,
And planets pass into the night.
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It wouldn't be right to dream, while
Forgetting to live, it seems;
Nor would it be right to dwell on life
And yet forget our dreams.
-If There Were No Magicians
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