Immortality

by Arthur Sherburne Hardy

Arthur Sherburne Hardy

My window is the open sky,
The flower in farthest wood is mine;
I am the heir to all gone by,
The eldest son of all the line.

And when the robbers Time and Death
Athwart my path conspiring stand,
I cheat them with a clod, a breath,
And pass the sword from hand to hand!





Last updated January 14, 2019