In Mem. L. N. L. Ob. MCMXXXII br br Noble beyond degree br In a democracy: br Slight woman whose spent grace br Banishes their vision br To the thin trackless air, br Stop now upon the stair br As they have seen you do br Meridional and true, br And with nut-brown hair br Restore location br To them now blinded quite br By the grave s after-light, br For unless it be done br The slave heart all alone br Strives tunelessly br To go where you are gone- br Whether to vaults of air, br Imponderable nowhere, br Or the reducing sea- br The regions that are fair br Beyond heart's mastery. br They try your form to see br (Its lineless agony) br In our philosophy br Which stops, as cold and bare br As headless hair, br As lifeless as your bones, br Obtuse as meadow stones: br Re-corporated be! br (They cry you in despair) br Lest we, a blind race, br Imitate mortality br For all our living's pace, br And drawn into the bliss br Of your dispersed face br Should join, before our place, br Death's long anabasis.