Mercury 

You see beneath the winsome sky 

all fleece of meaning dreams awry 

Til pain condones staid love of dross 

Til unbought schemes plead virtue lost. 

Unless the god returns your frame 

Of mind through passion's mighty flame 

All comes to mud with none to hold 

Until good fate spills liquid gold. 

Perchance the years had promised gloom 

Perhaps best inklings spelled out doom 

Where profound thought all led to dark 

While smallish goals fell short of mark. 

Perhaps, but then, arose the truth 

Exhausted by your mad pursuit 

So time well spent had been gold sought 

The timeless type of wealth unbought.