Classic Poem

Then came a cry, " No spirit — none —
" Within your deathward being dwells:
" The will of darkness must be done:
" Take this, and make the most of what your timepiece tells."

I knew, unknowing; I heard, unhearing,
A voice beyond my bodily boding,
" The faithful found me without fearing:
" Learn this, and look forever toward your soul's unloading"