The day was when I did not keep myself in readiness for thee; and entering my
heart unbidden even as one of the common crowd, unknown to me, my king, thou
didst press the signet of eternity upon many a fleeting moment of my life.
And today when by chance I light upon them and see thy signature, I find they
have lain scattered in the dust mixed with the memory of joys and sorrows of my
trivial days forgotten.
Thou didst not turn in contempt from my childish play among dust, and the steps
that I heard in my playroom are the same that are echoing from star to star.