As They Draw to a Close.

AS THEY DRAW TO A CLOSE.

AS they draw to a close, Of what underlies the precedent songs—of my aims in them, Of the seed I have sought to plant in them, Of joy, sweet joy, through many a year, in them, (For them, for them have I lived, in them my work is done,) Of many an aspiration fond, of many a dream and plan; Through Space and Time fused in a chant, and the flowing eternal
identity, To Nature encompassing these, encompassing God—to the joy-
ous, electric all, To the sense of Death, and accepting exulting in Death in its
turn the same as life, The entrance of man to sing; To compact you, ye parted, diverse lives, To put rapport the mountains and rocks and streams, And the winds of the north, and the forests of oak and pine, With you O soul.

Part of the cluster SONGS OF PARTING.