It is another world now.
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 mountainís pebble or a falling star,
The last dust of a great sun
Fading in a farthering void.

It is another world now.
That one we were is a bubble,
A ghost-world, on timeís pin.
Was it a dream, a long thought ?
I know only I am this moment.