His Immortality

 I 

 I saw a dead man's finer part 
Shining within each faithful heart 
Of those bereft.
 Then said I: "This must be 
 His immortality.
" 

II 

 I looked there as the seasons wore, 
And still his soul continuously upbore 
Its life in theirs.
 But less its shine excelled 
 Than when I first beheld.
 

III 

 His fellow-yearsmen passed, and then 
In later hearts I looked for him again; 
And found him--shrunk, alas! into a thin 
 And spectral mannikin.
 

IV 

 Lastly I ask--now old and chill - 
If aught of him remain unperished still; 
And find, in me alone, a feeble spark, 
 Dying amid the dark.

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