Change




A changed life and a changed hope—
A changed end to our labouring,
From the child's blind wish to the man's fixed scope,
And a power determinate that shall bring
You to be Queen, and me to be King.

A changed hope in a changed heart—
A changed end to our labouring—
While we two wait alone and apart,
Plotting both, for the end that shall bring
You to be Queen and me to be King.

A changed heart and a changed will—
A changed end to our labouring—
Tho' the hands be bound, is the brain's force still—
Scheming our last stroke that shall bring
You to be Queen and me to be King?

A changed will and a changed desire
A changed end to our labouring—
While each mouth's breath draws the ending nigher
The strange swift ending that shall bring
You to be Queen and me to be King—