Contradiction

I have calmed me with the thought of nothingness– who know that none shall evermore escape From the world’s dream and stand illusionless.

In fancy I have leaned from Lethe’s edge– Knowing the driven dust will pass again When the tomb has broke its sealed and marble pledge.

And I have smiled at the idleness of love– Who find the swords of your unforgotten beauty Posted before, behind me, and above.