Those whom I've loved around me fall As falls the sun from a perfect day Releasing the imprisoned fire-bird To soar from out the failing clay.
Grief as a stranger visits me And finds no welcome at my door For deep within my soul I keep These spirits who have gone before.
There is no time for vital tears And sadness that would camp in me With still such prayer and long travail To set the psychic being free.
For man shall know divine rebirth When Supermind appears on earth.
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