The waves of Lethe wash till we forget <br />Our earthy life and love; and 'twould appear <br />Before Time's tune possessed us, before we <br />Let fall the shadow of our meaning here — <br />Oh, it would seem that in another Lethe <br />We had been dipped as Death will dip us, to <br />Wash out the memory of ourselves, as though <br />Each stage had its own livery, and we threw <br />Off the old meaning, like the garments that, <br />Worn and occasion-soiled, men doff when they <br />Have to look natural in another sphere.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lethe-3/
