And the billows of clouds 
That roll around you shall sleep 
In the light of wondrous days 
Where [bad word] and heaven shell leave 
You free to the universe of destiny 

This world’s the nurse of all 
Of all we know and [bad word] 
Of death’s a fearful blow 
When all we know or feel 
Shall pass like a so unreal mystery 

Who painted all those shadows 
Those shadows that are beneath the winding caves 
The wide winding caves of peopled tombs 
Or united the hopes of what shall be 
With all the fear and the love for that which we see