Alight upon my brow; or age deny
What fiery youth would fain assert or die;
Let even death wash all my dreams away
Like sand—still I am I,
To-morrow and to-day, and yesterday.
Therefore I am immortal; and thy face
Which I have called mine own, must live, must be
Immortal with the very heart of me.
On whatsoever shore, or in what place,
Whether among the gods, or on the earth,