Here come real stars to fill the upper skies,

And here on earth come eluminating flies,

That though they never equal stars in size,

(And they were never really stars at heart)

Achieve at times a very starlike start.

Only, of course, they can't sustain the part.

Hannibal

by Robert Frost

Was there even a cause too lost,

Even a cause that was lost to long,

Or that showed with the lapse of time to vain

For the generous tears of youth and song?