The Tenant-For-Life

 The sun said, watching my watering-pot 
 "Some morn you'll pass away; 
These flowers and plants I parch up hot - 
 Who'll water them that day? 

"Those banks and beds whose shape your eye 
 Has planned in line so true, 
New hands will change, unreasoning why 
 Such shape seemed best to you.
 

"Within your house will strangers sit, 
 And wonder how first it came; 
They'll talk of their schemes for improving it, 
 And will not mention your name.
 

"They'll care not how, or when, or at what 
 You sighed, laughed, suffered here, 
Though you feel more in an hour of the spot 
 Than they will feel in a year 

"As I look on at you here, now, 
 Shall I look on at these; 
But as to our old times, avow 
 No knowledge--hold my peace! .
 .
 .
 

"O friend, it matters not, I say; 
 Bethink ye, I have shined 
On nobler ones than you, and they 
 Are dead men out of mind!"

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