Thou Stream of immortality and fire
Embank'd in crumbling bound,
Splendour of impulse and desire
On through the blue profound!

Thy human atoms break, for ever fleeing.
But still through them unrolled
In waves, and loves, and purposes of being,
Through them made manifold,
Doth Life beyond thy seeing
Bear on, not waxing old —
Flood on, not growing cold.