THESE are the clouds about the fallen sun, <br />The majesty that shuts his burning eye: <br />The weak lay hand on what the strong has done, <br />Till that be tumbled that was lifted high <br />And discord follow upon unison, <br />And all things at one common level lie. <br />And therefore, friend, if your great race were run <br />And these things came, So much the more thereby <br />Have you made greatness your companion, <br />Although it be for children that you sigh: <br />These are the clouds about the fallen sun, <br />The majesty that shuts his burning eye.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/these-are-the-clouds/
