Immorality
This frail frame of a mortal man
Made immortal by a will
In me and my own;
I walk beneath the great sky
In rain, in light, in dark
To pause and think like in a dream
To make a well judgment of reality
And my ideal dreams, seems to fade by will
Like the soft vanishing white cloud.
And this shade of dark cloud
Is true in pride, in scorn
For there was a beam
For telling false immortality
Of life and all the high,
And well living men into the infinite dark.
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