Who sang and wrote and played, whose life resists
All separation, whether said or done;
Who greater knew the fortune he had won;
Who held beyond all else, and who resists:
Has in eternity as though begun
A world in each brief instant such as this,
Has sung beyond each instant; as abyss
Has come and gone, but knowing only one;
And knowing only one, has come and gone.
Particularly captive, though as drawn
Up–shielded from this active count–gone forth
With all temerity; surmounting with
Intrepid fervour, boldly to his north;
Has come and gone; yet leaving only myth.