Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895. 1895.
Henry Charles Beeching b. 185Knowledge after Death
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Is death so bitter? Can it shut us fast
Off from ourselves, that future from this past,
When Time compels us through those narnow doors?
Must we, supplanted by ourselves in the course,
Changelings, become as they who know at last
A river’s secret, never having cast
One guess, or known one doubt, about its source?
Is it so bitter? Does not knowledge here
Forget her gradual growth, and how each day
Seals up the sum of each world-conscious soul?
So, though our ghosts forget us, waste no tear;
We being ourselves would gladly be as they,
And we being they are still ourselves made whole.