The twilight falls. Inevitable hands
Draw the soft curtains of the fading day.
All changes, glows, grows old. Nature demands
A cycle absolute of growth-decay.
Birth follows, of the flesh, and every hour
The wakening mind, when limbs of courage leap
To fresh awareness, widens, bursts in flower
Awhile in splendour, till the body’s sleep.
So life, resistless, strides upon the hills
Of our becoming and with laughing tread
Creates and uses and in using kills,
Till every form with force of life lies dead.
The dissolution of recurring night
Awaits the body. For the spirit, light.