These are the clouds about the fallen sun，

    The majesty¹ that shuts his burning eye：

    The weak lay hand on what the strong has done，

    Till that be tumbled that was lifted high

    And discord² follow upon unison³，

    And all things at one common level lie.

    And therefore， friend， if your great race were run

    And these things came， so much the more thereby⁴

    Have you made greatness your companion，

    Although it be for children that you sigh：

    These are the clouds about the fallen sun，

    The majesty that shuts his burning eye.

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