Death: the grand perhaps.
My care is for myself; Myself am whole and sole reality.
I hold that a man should strive to the uttermost for his life's set prize.
For I say this is death and the sole death,- When a man's loss comes to him from his gain, Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance, And lack of love from love made manifest.
A face to lose youth for, to occupy age With the dream of, meet death with.
If you can sit at set of sun And count the deeds that you have done And counting find oneself-denying act, one word That eased the heart of him that heard. One glance most kind, Which fell like sunshine where he went, Then you may count that day well spent.