<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">And So Man Lives</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">AND so man lives</p><p class="line">Between those shadowy gates</p><p class="line">Where darkness covers up his memory,</p><p class="line">And thought with thought forever separates</p><p class="line">The disconnected things that he can see.</p><p class="line">Those two strange steeps:</p><p class="line">One whence he wakes.</p><p class="line">And how he cannot tell;</p><p class="line">One in which he falls</p><p class="line">And knows not how he fell.</p><p class="line">Where life with memory breaks.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Memory like water</p><p class="line">Surging round our ears</p><p class="line">Brings its echoes, softer</p><p class="line">Than the sound of laughter—</p><p class="line">Laughter of some strange forgotten years.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Someone gazing in a stream sees reflections hurry by;</p><br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><p class="line">Someone underneath a tree searching all its greenery;</p><br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/><p class="line">Someone looking at a face holds a flying memory.</p><br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Broken images that pass</p><p class="line">Through a twisted looking-glass;</p><p class="line">Things we do and things we say</p><p class="line">Ever fluttering away.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Disconnected things we see</p><p class="line">In the brightness of the day</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Just a flower growing there</p><p class="line">In the happiness of air.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Tiny little birds that sing</p><p class="line">In the melody of spring.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">What we are and what we see</p><p class="line">Are only shreds of memory.</p><p class="line">Broken shreds and fragments pass</p><p class="line">Through a twisted looking-glass.</p></div></body></html> · Great War