He put the Belt around my life --I heard the Buckle snap --And turned away, imperial,My Lifetime folding up --Deliberate, as a Duke would doA Kingdom's Title Deed --Henceforth, a Dedicated sort --A Member of the Cloud.Yet, near enough --Yet, near enough --Yet not too far to come at call --And do the little ToilsThat make the Circuit of flee Rest --And deal occasional smilesTo lives that stoop to notice mine --And kindly ask it in --Whose invitation, know you notFor Whom I must decline?3] And left his process -- satisfied --