'Mine and yours;
         Mine, not yours.
        Earth endures;
        Stars abide—
        Shine down in the old sea;
        Old are the shores;
        But where are old men?
        I who have seen much,
        Such have I never seen.

        'The lawyer's deed
        Ran sure,
        In tail,
        To them, and to their heirs
        Who shall succeed,
        Without fail,
        Forevermore.

        'Here is the land,
        Shaggy with wood,
        With its old valley,
        Mound and flood.
         But the heritors?—

        Fled like the flood's foam.
        The lawyer, and the laws,
        And the kingdom,
        Clean swept herefrom.
        'They called me theirs,
         Who so controlled me;
        Yet every one
        Wished to stay, and is gone,
        How am I theirs,
        If they cannot hold me,
        But I hold them?'

When I heard the Earth-song
I was no longer brave;
My avarice cooled
Like lust in the chill of the grave.