In Mem.
L.
N.
L.
Ob.
Noble beyond
In a democracy:
Slight woman whose spent
Banishes their
To the thin trackless air,
Stop now upon the
As they have seen you
Meridional and true,
And with nut-brown
Restore
To them now blinded
By the grave s after-light,
For unless it be
The slave heart all
Strives
To go where you are gone-Whether to vaults of air,
Imponderable nowhere,
Or the reducing sea-The regions that are
Beyond heart's mastery.
They try your form to see(Its lineless agony)In our
Which stops, as cold and
As headless hair,
As lifeless as your bones,
Obtuse as meadow stones:
Re-corporated be!(They cry you in despair)Lest we, a blind race,
Imitate
For all our living's pace,
And drawn into the
Of your dispersed
Should join, before our place,
Death's long anabasis.
