How Do The Days Press On, And Lay Their Fallen Locks At Evening Down, Whileas The Stars In Darkness Play And Moonbeams Weave A Crown - A Crown Of Flower-Like Light In Heaven, Where In The Hollow Arch Of Space Morn'S Mistress Dreams, And The Pleiads Seven Stand Watch About Her Place. Stand Watch - O Days No Number Keep Of Hours When This Dark Clay Is Blind. When The World'S Clocks Are Dumb In Sleep 'Tis Then I Seek My Kind.