Or such spilt water as in dreams must cheat
The undying throats of Hell, athirst alway?
I do not see them there; but after death
God knows I know the faces I shall see,
Each one a murdered self, with low last breath.
“I am thyself,—what hast thou done to me?”
“And I—and I—thyself,” (lo! each one saith,)
“And thou thyself to all eternity!”
D. G. Rossetti.