Melancholic melody Played in the key of flat D, Somber metered masquerade, Times the harlequin charade When the span of 'man is past, Promenade emptied of parade, And passed, the one that shall be last, When clock-springs at last unspool, And history long forgotten, By reckoning celestial, A drop unexceptional In infinity's pool For whom shall it then mournfully play? What doleful dancer shall its tune sway? When all built lies in desolate ruin, Who shall listen to “Clair de lune?