Life must go on, Though good men die.
The soul can split the sky in two and let the face of God shine through.
There is no shelter in you anywhere.
All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed.
Gently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind; Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave. I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
And must I then, indeed, Pain, live with you all through my life?-sharing my fire, my bed, Sharing-oh, worst of all things!-the same head?- And, when I feed myself, feeding you too?