All the west, whereon the sunset sealed the dead year's glorious
  grave
  Fast with seals of light and fire and cloud that light and fire
  illume,
  Glows at heart and kindles earth and heaven with joyous blush and
  bloom,
  Warm and wide as life, and glad of death that only slays to save.
  As a tide-reconquered sea-rock lies aflush with the influent wave
  Lies the light aflush with darkness, lapped about by lustrous
  gloom,
  Even as life with death, and fame with time, and memory with the
  tomb
  Where a dead man hath for vassals Fame the serf and Time the slave.

  Far from earth as heaven, the steadfast light withdrawn, superb,
  suspense,
  Burns in dumb divine expansion of illimitable flower:
  Moonrise whets the shadow's edges keen as noontide: hence and
  thence
  Glows the presence from us passing, shines and passes not the
  power.
  Souls arise whose word remembered is as spirit within the sense:
  All the hours are theirs of all the seasons: death has but his
  hour.