And These Are Joys, Like Beauty, But

The Heart Is Its Own Fate.

Mind And Night Will Meet, Though In Silence, Like Forbidden Lovers.

The Temples Perish, But The God Still Lives.

All Are Of The Race Of God, And Have In Themselves Good.

The Death-change Comes. Death Is Another Life. We Bow Our Heads At Going Out, We Think, And Enter Straight Another Golden Chamber Of The King's Larger Than This We Leave, And Lovelier. And Then In Shadowy Glimpses, Disconnect, The Story, Flower-like, Closes Thus Its Leaves. The Will Of God Is All In All. He Makes, Destroys, Remakes, For His Own Pleasure, All.