How again will the diamond shine?
In a luster others merely mime?
Or like a boding, foreign gleam
Upon the pages of untouched reams?
Perhaps a twinkling, brilliant shimmer
Like ticking sands that bury time?
Or maybe flames where others wither
Whose dirges are not worth a dime?
Eclipsed, I fear, is the returning dawn;
Eclipsed is the moon by the burning sun.
Again, I ask, you Crazy Diamond,
How again will you shine on?