I am the family face; <br />Flesh perishes, I live on, <br />Projecting trait and trace <br />Through time to times anon, <br />And leaping from place to place <br />Over oblivion. <br /> <br />The years-heired feature that can <br />In curve and voice and eye <br />Despise the human span <br />Of durance -- that is I; <br />The eternal thing in man, <br />That heeds no call to die<br /><br />Thomas Hardy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heredity-2/
