Life burns us up like fire,
And Song goes up in flame:
The radiant body smoulders
To the ashes whence it came.
Out of things it rises
With a mouth that laughs and sings,
Backward it fades and falters
Into the char of things.
Yet soars a voice above it --
Love is holy and strong;
The best of us forever
Escapes in Love and Song.
John Hall Wheelock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-188/
