Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea

Death Is A Meeting Place Of Sea And Sea.

Forward Into The Untrodden! Courage, Old Man, And Hold On To Your Umbrella!

Time In The Heart And Sequence In The Brain-- Such As Destroyed Rimbaud And Fooled Verlaine. And Let Us Then Take Godhead By The Neck-- And Strangle It, And With It, Rhetoric.

Come Back, True Love! Sweet Youth, Return!— But Time Goes On, And Will, Unheeding, Though Hands Will Reach, And Eyes Will Yearn, And The Wild Days Set True Hearts Bleeding.

Separate We Come, And Separate We Go, And This Be It Known, Is All That We Know.