Signet Of Eternity

The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; 

and entering my heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd, 

unknown to me, my king, thou didst press the signet of eternity upon 

many a fleeting moment of my life. 

And today when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature, 

I find they have lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of 

joys and sorrows of my trivial days forgotten. 

Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, 

and the steps that I heard in my playroom 

are the same that are echoing from star to star.