Death's Review
	52 And fear not lest Existence closing your Account, and mine, should know the like no more; The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has pour'd Millions of Bubbles like us, and will pour. 53 When You and I behind the Veil are past, Oh but the long long while the World shall last, Which of our Coming and Departure heeds As the Sev'n Seas should heed a pebble-cast. 54 A Moment's Halt---a momentary taste Of Being from the Well amid the Waste--- And Lo!---the phantom Caravan has reach'd The Nothing it set out from---Oh, make haste! previous              next
Vedder's note: The indignation on the faces of the great army of humanity is for the ignorance in which they remain, during this brief span of conscious existence, of all that lies before and after.