Whatever then was done to death
may still in some part here reside.
(A wind inherited your breath
and took it to the countryside,

and so you lived in natural form
an hour or two: and clear sharp rock
a quick sun-celebrating storm
of hill-stream took – it was the shock

your spirit felt – or joy it knew.)
Whatever now is by our side
is of a Christian man, rock-true
to origin, and home, and bride.

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