The Anabasis

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.