(with apologies to Wordsworth)
I put my software on the Cloud
That floats on high and pays the bills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of agents with theirs skills;
They had their headsets, all hand-frees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the progress of the day:
One thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The techs beside them danced; but they
Out-did the rumpled nerds in glee:
A supervisor was heard to say,
“You’re all the greatest company!”
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the agent skills.