Life flings weariness over me
Like a thick gray veil; I see
Through its mesh where suns are cold,
Nights are ancient and dawns are old.
Now at last with glamour gone
I can see the naked dawn;
Gauge the gilded depths of noon,
Coolly question star and moon.
And where fired sunsets pale
I, who wear life's gray veil,
Shall not marvel, shall not care.
No light of earth's however fair,
Robbed of the sting of its surprise,
Can delude my sober eyes.