The soft voluptuous opiate shades,
The sun just gone, the eager light dispell’d
(I too will soon be gone, dispell’d),-
A haze – nirwana – rest and night – oblivion
“Life and Death”
The two old, simple problems ever intertwined,
Close home, elusive, present, baffled, grappled.
By each successive age insoluble, pass’s on,
To ours to-day – and we pass on the same.
Stranger! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me,
why should you not speak to me?
And why should I not speak to you?