The Bridge

With noble and strange devices Man hath spanned
River and torrent, raging in flood beneath;
But one more subtle than he ever planned
Will exhaust my last faint breath:
A bridge, now nearing, I shall walk alone —
One pier on earth, the other in the unknown:
And there, a viewless wraith —
Prince of the wreckage of the centuries,
Yet still past thought's fixed scrutiny, heart's surmise,
And nought but a name, yet: Death.
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