These, to you now, O, more than ever now - br Now that the Ancient Enemy br Has passed, and we, we two that are one, have seen br A piece of perfect Life br Turn to so ravishing a shape of Death br The Arch-Discomforter might well have smiled br In pity and pride, br Even as he bore his lovely and innocent spoil br From those home-kingdoms he left desolate! br br Poor windlestraws br On the great, sullen, roaring pool of Time br And Chance and Change, I know! br But they are yours, as I am, till we attain br That end for which me make, we two that are one: br A little, exquisite Ghost br Between us, smiling with the serenest eyes br Seen in this world, and calling, calling still br In that clear voice whose infinite subtleties br Of sweetness, thrilling back across the grave, br Break the poor heart to hear: - br 'Come, Dadsie, come! br Mama, how long--how long!'br br William Ernest Henleybr br