DISCORD

Unreconciled by life's fleet years, that fled

With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild,

Though two great spirits had lived, and hence had sped

Unreconciled;

Though time and change, harsh time's imperious child,

That wed strange hands together, might not wed

High hearts by hope's misprision once beguiled;

Faith, by the light from either's memory shed,

Sees, radiant as their ends were undefiled,

One goal for each — not twain among the dead

Unreconciled.