for Adam and Patrick

Tomorrow, I will be a grave man,
For the songs that grave men sing
Do but thumb your feather lips
That trade only in lightness.

Tonight, I will say a good word
To the watchman and the rogue
Who walk with me anon
So you lay quietly.

Daybreak sings a morning song
And awaits the green reply:
Laugh with me! laugh with me!
It is another day.