And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and pine forest.
The wind shall blow through him till he cries,
No more, so cold his hands, no more,
And then warm him till he burns in the sun,
Till he burns and moves in the sunlight.
The man shall become the sun and one thing with him as he spins toward dusk
From the hand of that ancient night.
That slow hand that winds him through galaxied dark, spinning toward dawn,
Toward darkness in which he burns as one with the sun toward darkness out
Of one last dawn and then no more toward night that is all his own.
And death shall have no dominion.