To the Contended

Bide by the fluted iron walls Take ye a serving wench to wife; Drown in the pot the bugle's calls, Trade your spear for a peddler's knife. Turn to the vendor's paltry strife, Gird ye round with doors and bars Safely snore in the lap of Life&mdash; I must follow the restless stars.

Wait at the doors of your master's halls &mdash;For the faithful server, boards are rife&mdash; Make no oath when the whip-lash falls&mdash; Hark to the counsel of your wife; Trade your harp for a peddler's fife. But gods, the spray and the plunging spars! Here is my heart&mdash;in the heart of Life And I must follow the restless stars

Envoi King, there are stallions in golden stalls, But bars of sapphire are only bars! Bide in peace in the high safe halls&mdash; I must follow the restless stars.