Faces along the bar Cling to their average day: The lights must never go out, The music must always play, All the conventions conspire To make this fort as

Faces along the bar Cling to their average day: The lights must never go out, The music must always play, All the conventions conspire To make this fort assume The furniture of home; Lest we should see where we are, Lost in a haunted wood, Children afraid of the night Who have never been happy or good.