To the roses no tears:
Which flee before the race is called.
And to man no mercy but his will:
That he has had his will, and is done.
The mercy of truth—it is to be truth.
She has bestowed power and will take back power,
There will be dead men, and there will be truth.
And with truth there will be truth:
Voices like truth’s voice,
Power surrendered, home-keeping,
Memories of lives that read death-strange
In language new-familiar.