Man

Some fishes in the sea

Are born to outlive thee,

And owls, and toads, and trees—

And is Man more than these?

I see Man’s face in all

Things, be they great or small;

I see the face of him

In things that fly or swim;

One fate for all, I see—

Whatever that may be.

Imagination fits

Life to a day; though its

Length were a thousand years,

’Twould not decrease our fears;

What strikes men cold and dumb

Is that Death’s time must come.