Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet! Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet; Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
Ah, when shall all mens good Be each mans rule, and universal peace Lie like a shaft of light across the land, And like a lane of beams athwart the sea, Thro all the circle of the golden year?
Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments; And much delight of battle with my peers Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.