Pan (Extraits) Poem by Roden Berkeley Wriothesley Noel

And shall we climb, ascension infinite,
From star to star? explore from world to world -
Gods reigning yonder in the tranquil stars ?
Death ! what is Death? a turning-point of Life
Winding so sharp the way dips out of sight,
Seeming to end, yet winding on for ever
Through teeming glories of the Infinite.
Look with bold eyes unquailing in the face
Of that foul haunting phantom, it will fade,
Melt to the face of some familiar friend.