[BNP/E3, 78 – 23]

     What Death doth take for wife is

What life has of good and of fair;

     The pain of passing's knife is

Not the less that it is everywhere;

     All goes, all flows, all life is

But the wreck of its own self for e'er.

     Yet hope we that this going

A semblance and lie can but be;

     That the river that is flowing

Will find, how far be it, a sea;

     That beyond our frail knowing

A deeper life eternally

     Keeps all that seems to wither

All that seems to go with to-day,

     And that in a way to bother

Our subtlest thoughts to dismay

     Form and matter together

Live e'er in a timeless Alway.

Alexander Search

March, 1906.