LINES WRITTEN IN DEJECTION
When have I last looked on
The round green eyes and the long wavering bodies
Of the dark leopards of the moon?
All the witches, those most noble ladies,
For all their broom-sticks and their tears,
Their angry tears are gone.
The holy centaurs of the hills are vanished;
I have nothing but the embittered sun;
Banished heroic mother moon and vanished,
And now that I have come to fifty years
I must endure the timid sun.