Too far afield thy search. Nay, turn. Nay, turn. <br /> <br />At thine own elbow potent Memory stands, <br /> <br />Thy double, and eternity is cupped <br /> <br />In the pale hollow of those ghostly hands.<br /><br />Adelaide Crapsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-man-who-goes-seeking-immortality-bidding-him-look-nearer-home/
