When The Poet Died His Cat Was

It Is More Honorable To Be Raised To A Throne Than To Be Born To One. Fortune Bestows The One, Merit Obtains The Other.

And Men Go About To Wonder At The Heights Of The Mountains, And The Mighty Waves Of The Sea, And The Wide Sweep Of Rivers, And The Circuit Of The Ocean, And The Revolution Of The Stars, But Themselves They Consider Not.

For Though I Am A Body Of This Earth, My Firm Desire Is Born From The Stars.

And Tears Are Heard Within The Harp I Touch.

Often Have I Wondered With Much Curiosity As To Our Coming Into This World And What Will Follow Our Departure.