IF there is any life when death is over, br These tawny beaches will know much of me, br I shall come back, as constant and as changeful br As the unchanging, many-colored sea. br If life was small, if it has made me scornful, br Forgive me; I shall straighten like a flame br In the great calm of death, and if you want me br Stand on the sea-ward dunes and call my name.