WE must pass like smoke or live within the spirit's fire; <br />For we can no more than smoke unto the flame return <br />If our thought has changed to dream, our will unto desire, <br />As smoke we vanish though the fire may burn. <br /> <br /> <br />Lights of infinite pity star the grey dusk of our days: <br />Surely here is soul: with it we have eternal breath: <br />In the fire of love we live, or pass by many ways, <br />By unnumbered ways of dream to death.<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/immortality-65/
