THE CHANGE
Reading edition
All the daytime I belong To the solemn-coated throng Who with grave, stupendous looks Study cash and ledger books, Or who go, Staid and slow, On sad business to and fro. But when twilight comes, I range Over topics new and strange, Wasting all my leisure hours On fay birds and phantom flowers, Or I sing Some mad fling Through the impish evening. Yes, and when the moon goes by Rocking in a foamy sky, Then I swear I’m more akin To the laughing Cherubin Than to those grave men who go, To and fro, to and fro, On sad business to and fro.