From child to youth; from youth to arduous man; <br />From lethargy to fever of the heart; <br />From faithful life to dream-dower'd days apart; <br />From trust to doubt; from doubt to brink of ban;-- <br />Thus much of change in one swift cycle ran <br />Till now. Alas, the soul!--how soon must she <br />Accept her primal immortality,-- <br />The flesh resume its dust whence it began? <br /> <br />O Lord of work and peace! O Lord of life! <br />O Lord, the awful Lord of will! though late, <br />Even yet renew this soul with duteous breath: <br />That when the peace is garner'd in from strife, <br />The work retriev'd, the will regenerate, <br />This soul may see thy face, O Lord of death!<br /><br />Dante Gabriel Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-house-of-the-life-66-the-heart-of-the-night/
