Vex any man with memories: for there be
No memories that cling as cerements cling,
No force that baffles Death, more strong than he.
“Us hath he noted, and for us hath he
An hour appointed; and that hour will bring
Oblivion.—Then, laugh! Laugh, dear, and see
The tyrant mocked, while yet our bosoms cling,
While yet our lips obey us, and we be
Untrammeled in our little hour of spring!
“Thus in the spring we jeer at Death, though he