Not from this life, not from this life is any
To keep; sleep, day and play would not help there
Dangerous to new ghost; new ghost learns from many
Learns from old timers what death is, where.
Who’s jealous of his latest company
From one day to the next final to us,
A changed one, would use sorrow to deny
Sorrow, to replace death? Sorrow is sleeping thus.
Unforgetting is not today’s forgetting
For yesterday, not bedrid scorning,
But a new begetting
An unforgiving morning.