Of these many miles that do but oppress That stain and fray our common threads And of the indescribable moments between Sleep and wakefulness, life and dream You needn't say a thing Of the volumes and volumes left for the shelves The clever instruments learned so very well And of the firey topics, hotly discussed The iron-clad deals left for the rust No no, you needn't say a thing And of the mighty mountain now brought low The painted rubble and the well-staged show Of the chance and lives squandered callously Of our missteps and these remedies There there, my dear, you needn't say a thing