Gulliver
Gulliver's gone to the final command of his masterHis watery eyes had washed all the hills with his laughterAnd the seasons can change all the light from the grey to the dimBut the light in his eyes will see no more brightAs the sheep that he locked in the pen
There's four feet of ground in front of the barnThat's sun baked and rain soaked and part of the farmBut now it lies empty so cold and so bareGulliver's gone but his memory lies there
By passing the doors of his life was a stage I rememberAnd in later years he would cease to bare teeth to a strangerFor sentiment touched him as Cyclamen holds himAnd later men came from the townWho said clear the child this won't take a whileAnd Gulliver's gone with the dawn