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.

But there are times when patience proves at fault.

The only fault's with time; All men become good creatures: but so slow!

Night conceals a world but reveals a universe.

Rejoice that man is hurled, From change to change unceasingly, His soul's wings never furled!

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.

Be sure they sleep not whom God needs.