The Immortal Part

When i meet the morning beam

Or lay me down at night to dream,

I hear my bones within me say

Another night, another day

When shall this slough of sense be cast,

This dust of thoughts be laid at last

The man of flesh and soul be slain

And the man of bone remain

These today are proud in power

And lord it in their little hour

The immortal bones obey control

Of dying flesh and dying soul

'this long till eve and morn are gone

Slow the endless night comes on

And late to fulness growns the birth

That shall last as long as earth

Wanderers eastward, wanderers west,

Know you why you cannot rest

'tis that every mother's son

Travails with a skeleton

Lie down in the bed of dust;

Bear the fruit that bear you must

Bring the eternal seed to light

And morn is all the same as night

Rest you so from trouble sore,

Fear the heat o' the son no more

Nor the snowing winter wild

Now you labour not with child

Empty vessel, garment cast

We that wore you long shall last

Another night, another day

So my bones within me say