I have not walked on common ground, br Nor drunk of earthly streams; br A shining figure, mailed and crowned, br Moves softly through my dreams. br br He makes the air so keen and strange, br The stars so fiercely bright; br The rocks of time, the tides of change, br Are nothing in his sight. br br Death lays no shadow on his smile; br Life is a race fore-run; br Look in his face a little while, br And life and death are one.