Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: she's the tenant of the room, he's the ruffian on the stair.
I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul.
Night with her train of stars And her great gift of sleep.
Were I so tall as to reach the pole or grasp the ocean at a span, I must be measured by my soul. The mind is the standard of the man.
Life - life - let there be life!
And lo, the Hospital, gray, quiet, old, Where life and death like friendly chafferers meet.