No, no, now another world are we.
Somewhere some others thought and felt.
The cells of bodies have been made anew,
and thoughts that moved them changed,
and twain, as shadows two complete,
from one entwine in other time.
Our green and lavish earth decays,
a mountain's pebble or a falling star,
the last dust of some great sun
fading in a farthering void.
Now another world it is.
That one we were — a bubble,
ghost-world, on time's pin.
Was it a dream, a long thought ?
Only I know am I this moment.