I vex me not with brooding on the years

    That were ere I drew breath： why should I then

    Distrust the darkness that may fall again

    When life is done？ Perchance in other spheres——

    Dead planets——I once tasted mortal tears，

    And walked as now among a throng of men，

    Pondering things that lay beyond my ken，

    Questioning death， and solacing my fears.

    Ofttimes indeed strange sense have I of this，

    Vague memories that hold me with a spell，

    Touches of unseen lips upon my brow，

    Breathing some incommunicable bliss！

    In years foregone， O Soul， was all not well？

    Still lovelier life awaits thee. Fear not thou！