I vex me not with brooding on the years 
That were ere I drew breath; why should I then 
Distrust the darkness that may fall again 
When life is done? Perchance in other spheres-- 
Dead planets--I once tasted mortal tears, 
And walked as now among a throng of men, 
Pondering things that lay beyond my ken, 
Questioning death, and solacing my fears. 
Offtimes indeed strange sense I have of this, 
Vague memories that hold me with a spell, 
Touches of unseen lips upon my brow, 
Breathing some incommunicable bliss! 
In years foregone, O soul, was all not well? 
Still lovelier life awaits thee. Fear not thou!