And they are begging immortality.
5.
Immortal girl, what I have said in mirth
About these people,—it is true of me,
Only they live still rich in poverty,
While I am one beyond the reach of earth.
These, of their parent clay, still weigh the worth,
And hesitate to plunge into the sea.
But I, the sooner lost, have found in thee
A new and an eternal kind of birth.