The path with such abandon. Hatred weighed
His soul, his pride, his ever-present frown.
What he could feel instead had he delayed!
The muse he sought was hidden from his sight
Because he placed his faith in faraway
Mechanical irrelevance 'til night,
Internal monologue to pass the day.
He did not find his muse 'til she found him.
Imagine what the fool had thought of that!
So old in years, and miles, and yet too dim
To sense her presence like a pyrostat.
And at their winding journey's hasty end,
They part as like a farewell to a friend