A Song in Passing
Where am I now? And what
Am I to say portends?
Death is but death, and not
The most obtuse of ends.
No matter how one leans
One yet fears not to know.
God knows what all this means!
The mortal mind is slow.
Eternity is here.
There is no other place.
The only thing I fear
Is the Almighty Face.
poem by Yvor Winters
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