This age’s forlorn, my beloved husband –
How the wind and the stars played with us,
And blew us from our dreams back to life.
Our bliss could render the journey eternal,
But in that devotion you followed too closely
To the piper’s song, and danced to fanciful fare.
And became as Ramesses to his statues,
An afterthought of time beyond wonder.

And yet who but you could defy Ozymandius?
Only I living, lament the splendor of your grave
Can remember your hand first touching your heart,
Before your accursed mark and eternal grace,
Began its solemn, avowed and beautiful echo,

To say –
“Here once lived a great man, my beloved –
Who was cursed to live but one life.”