Plays have been enacted
Empires have come and gone
The mightiest have passed away and withered alike the least
Fires have burned
Yet did not eh great wheel serenely continue its course?
Does not the blackbird still sing its song?
Does not the mistletoe still dwell in the oak's crown?
Forgotten what once has been told
Veiled the words that
Once rang out, shrouded, like the larva in its cocoon
Let him hear it who will.