Tales from moonlight,
How hope showered and shimmered
Upon dying knights;
Today the sun has risen;
Fringed blue flowers burgeon again.

But should we become avid drinkers,
Drinking ourselves to stupor,
Making merry over medals won miles back?

I suppose we should not assuage our hunger for yonder;
By unbuckling our belts till the next loom booms,
Stripping us of strength again.

So let all the heroes that wear local laurels not enter the cave of complacency;
Let them look on to the Nobel prize
Slated for them before the walls of today;
Let them take lessons from Nova.