Those who have been without the longest
Thou who have Craved the Most!
Those that know their lives begin Today
Equally to perish in the wishes
Of the present’s Practice
Death to ourselves is a White Exploit
That even Cherished Goals fade
The annuls of the years transform
With symbols of fixed Delight
Retrospection, doubt, anticipation
Those who once knew Themselves
Must start again, as Achieving
Is a Latitude, with no Umpire Sovereign.