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