A Rarer Spirit Never Did

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltness Of Time.

For Now I Stand As One Upon A Rock Environed With A Wilderness Of Sea, Who Marks The Waxing Tide Grow Wave By Wave, Expecting Ever When Some Envious Surge Will In His Brinish Bowels Swallow Him.

Thou Know'st 'tis Common; All That Lives Must Die, Passing Through Nature To Eternity.