Old friend, dear friend, some day
when I have had my say, and the world its way,
when all that is left is the gathering in of ends,
and forgathering of friends,
...
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of air and sunlight, frost and wave and cloud, and all the remembered agony and joy fashion my shroud.... //.... A deeply philosophical poem. Thanks a lot.
How does this connect with the final stanza of Fairburn's 'To a friend in the wilderness'? '