When you go underground with all your airs, <br />Your kindly lies and your ridiculous prayers, <br />You shall not ever fear to face again <br />The strong man's rage, the woman wild with pain <br />Nor song nor sigh will beat upon your brain. <br /> <br /> <br />The world will mourn you neither less nor more <br />Than all the pawns who played the game before; <br />The lover-lad will kiss his love anew <br />The water-birds will have their dance to do, <br />And the rude Spring will gallop over you. <br /> <br /> <br />The men who make will match the men who mar, <br />The eye unsatisfied will seek a star; <br />Your visitor the worm will speak you fair, <br />The bride will tremble and the child will stare, <br />And the red Summer will ride everywhere.<br /><br />John Shaw Neilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-for-a-singer/
