Clever are you, clever man, (7)
How many things you know! (6)
Give you and hour, I’m sure you can (8)
A world of secrets show – (6)
The artifices of your wit (8)
Bridge what has not been crossed, (6)
Your work, I sit and stare at it (8)
To gape and soon be lost. (6)
I see in Heavens once of wonder (9)
A dead and starless sky, (6)
Ageless souls now torn asunder (8)
As with God they die, (5)
Gone are thoughts that goodwill’s root (7)
Lies in freedom of the will, (7)
I now know spirit is a moot (8)
And empty hole to fill. (6)
Call me dense or ‘haps a dunder, (8)
Maybe an ass that brays, (6)
But my loss of youth and wonder (8)
I can’t find will to praise…. (6)
Man is from time to time profound – (8)
Oh, all the worse for him, (6)
He’s like to fully read what’s found (8) (bound?)
Where he should only skim (6)
And smart enough to take to mind (8)
What he learns to regret – (6)
But the wit he’ll never find (7)
To remember to forget (7)
