Oh! Death Will Find Me, Long Before

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.

Down The Blue Night The Unending Columns Press In Noiseless Tumult, Break And Wave And Flow

I Know What Things Are Good: Friendship And Work And Conversation. These I Shall Have.

For Cambridge People Rarely Smile, Being Urban, Squat, And Packed With Guile.

Infinite Hungers Leap No More I In The Chance Swaying Of Your Dress; And Love Has Changed To Kindliness.