More than the sun? probably not,
With that passive embrace.
Or is it something else I don't realize?
Night after chilly night, away
Day after thoughtful day,
The blankets, thewarm breezy summers
Followed by brief cuddly winters,
Your monarch; and I a rogue, a bandit,
A petty thief; a selfish Robin Hood.
But the future is frailer than a philosopher's faith
That we spent; and I'll be closer to myself