Microcosm
The memory of what we've lost Is with us more than what we've won; Perhaps because we count the cost By what we could, yet have not done. 'Twixt act and purpose fate hath drawn Invisible threads we can not break, And puppet-like these move us on The stage of life, and break or make. Less than the dust from which we're wrought, We come and go, and still are hurled From change to change, from naught to naught, Heirs of oblivion and the world.
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