...

Never shone,

My boots,

And never under a single sun,

Blanketing grime,

Sprinkling dirt,

Trade I do, in ton..

Where its heel and mine abut,

Reality begins,

My rise and my fall,

Can be just that distance,

And nothing more..

By and large,

In mine, I walk,

But when large,

Within mine, I walk,

Till I tire,

And exhaust my wit,

Till they shrink in mercy,

And fit..

Through the million miles,

Imprint I may not leave,

But carry I do,

Soil from each,

And yet with room,

For the next lap too..

Never shone,

My boots,

And never under a single sun,

And When they do,

Is when I shall rest,

Dustily shining,

In all my worth..