Among the old men that you know
There is one, unnamed, that broods
On all the rest, in heavy thought
They are nothing, except in the universe
Of that single mind. He regards them
Outwardly and knows them inwardly
The sole emperor of what they are
Distant, yet close enough to wake
The chords above your bed to-night
A Child Asleep in Its Own Life was written by Wallace Stevens & Ned Rorem.