After all, my erstwhile dear,My no longer cherished,Need we say it was not love,Just because it perished?

Degraded bird, I give you back your eyes forever, ascend now whither you are tossed;Forsake this wrist, forsake this rhyme;Soar, eat ether, see what has never been seen; depart, be lost,But climb.

My candle burns at both ends;It will not last the night;But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—It gives a lovely light!

Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely.

Pity me that the heart is slow to learnWhat the swift mind beholds at every turn.

No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, watches beside me in this windy place.

EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love died:It is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tide,A little tepid pool,Drying inward from the edge.

Stranger, pause and look;From the dust of agesLift this little book,Turn the tattered pages,Read me, do not let me die!Search the fading letters findingSteadfast in the broken bindingAll that once was I!

I shall think of youWhenever I am most happy, whenever I am Most sad, whenever I see a beautiful thing.You are a burning lamp to me, a flameThe wind cannot blow out, and I shall hold you High in my hand against whatever darkness.