Stars and moon and sun may wax and wane, subside and rise,
⁠Age on age as flake on flake of showering snows be shed:
Not till earth be sunless, not till death strike blind the skies,
⁠May the deathless love that waits on deathless deeds be dead.

Years on years have withered since beside the hearth once thine
⁠I, too young to have seen thee, touched thy father's hallowed hand:
Thee and him shall all men see for ever, stars that shine
⁠While the sea that spared thee girds and glorifies the land.