His chosen comrades thought at school
he must grow a famous man;
he thought the same and lived by rule,
all his twenties crammed with toil;
"What then?' sang Plato's ghost. "What then?"
Everything he wrote was read,
after certain years he won
sufficient money for his need,
friends that have been friends indeed;
"What then?' sang Plato's ghost. " What then?'
All his happier dreams came true