Mud unto mud!--Death eddies near-- Not here the appointed End, not here! But somewhere, beyond Space and Time, Is wetter water, slimier slime!

Proud, then, clear-eyed and laughing, go to greet Death as a friend!

But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies.

But only agony, and that has ending; And the worst friend and enemy is but Death.