"I VEX ME NOT WITH BROODING ON THE YEARS"

"I VEX ME NOT WITH BROODING ON THE YEARS"

  I vex me not with brooding on the years
     That were ere I drew breath: why should I then
     Distrust the darkness that may fall again
     When life is done? Perchance in other spheres—
  Dead planets—I once tasted mortal tears,
     And walked as now among a throng of men,
     Pondering things that lay beyond my ken,
     Questioning death, and solacing my fears.
  Ofttimes indeed strange sense have I of this,
     Vague memories that hold me with a spell,
     Touches of unseen lips upon my brow,
  Breathing some incommunicable bliss!
     In years foregone, O Soul, was all not well?
     Still lovelier life awaits thee. Fear not thou!