Come and dream of kings and kingdoms,
Cooking chestnuts on the bars –
Round us the white roads are endless,
Mournful under mournful stars.
Whisper lest we too may sadden,
Round us herds of shadows steal –
Care not if beyond the shadows
Flieth Fortune’s furious wheel.
Kingdoms rising, kingdoms falling,
Bowing nations, plumèd wars –
Weigh them in an hour of dreaming,
Cooking chestnuts on the bars.