Kongming

The star that dropped last night upon his camp,
Announced to all: ''The master fell this day.''
No longer from his tent will orders flow;
The Hall of Fame will honor his succes.
The host in his mind's eye denied their day.
Nor, in the green woods, clear and sunlit,
Will Kongming's fine-voiced chants be heard again.


Mortality, the law all flesh obeys..