make way, Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping, Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago. 40 He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, Heart handfast in heart as they stood, restless Night and day. The dense hard passage is blind and stifled That crawls by a track none turn to climb "Look thither," Did he whisper? "look forth from the flowers to the sea: For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms wither, And men that love lightly may die but we? When as they that are free now of weep- Welling water's winsome word, ing and laughter We shall sleep. Here death may deal not again for ever; Here change may come not till all change end. From the graves they have made they shall rise up never, Who have left nought living to ravage and rend. Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing, Wind in warm wan weather. One thing yet there is, that none Hoped in heaven hereafter; Fills a child's clear laughter. 80 He who stands now on death's triumphal Sleep's heavy measure, they from head steep, Awakened out of life wherein we sleep And dream of what he knows and sees, being dead. But never death for him was dark or dread: "Look forth," he bade the soul, and fear not. Weep, All ye that trust not in his truth, and keep Vain memory's vision of a vanished head to feet Were moveless, looking through their dead black years, By vain regret scrawled over the blank wall. Like sculptured effigies they might be seen Upon their marriage-tomb, the sword between; Each wishing for the sword that severs all. |