I have had my invitation to this world’s festival, and thus my life has been blessed.
The poet goes on to say that his part at the feast was to play upon his instrument, and that he has done all he could. He then asks whether the time has come to go in and see the face of the one he addresses.
On the seashore of endless worlds children meet. The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous.
Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life.
Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high; / Where knowledge is free;
I have walked that long road to freedom. I have tried not to falter; I have made missteps along the way. But I have discovered the secret that after climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb.
All the world’s a stage, / And all the men and women merely players;
Because I could not stop for Death – / He kindly stopped for me –