Hart Time

my defeat

my deathless courage you and i

shall laugh together with the storm

and together we shall dig graves for all

that die in us

and we shall stand in the sun with the

will

and we shall be dangerous

tell me not in mournful numbers

life is but an empty dream

for the soul is dead that slumbers

and things are not what they seem

life is real life is earnest

and the grave is not its goal

thus thou art to dust returnest

was not spoken of the soul

not enjoyment and not sorrow

is our destined end of way

but to act that each tomorrow