Last Curtain

I know that the day will come 

when my sight of this earth shall be lost, 

and life will take its leave in silence, 

drawing the last curtain over my eyes. 

Yet stars will watch at night, 

and morning rise as before, 

and hours heave like sea waves casting up pleasures and pains. 

When I think of this end of my moments, 

the barrier of the moments breaks 

and I see by the light of death 

thy world with its careless treasures. 

Rare is its lowliest seat, 

rare is its meanest of lives. 

Things that I longed for in vain 

and things that I got 

---let them pass. 

Let me but truly possess 

the things that I ever spurned 

and overlooked.