Parting + 

The Past is a strange land, most strange. + 

Wind blows not there, nor does rain fall: + 

If they do, they cannot hurt at all. + 

Men of all kinds as equals range + 

The soundless fields and streets of it. + 

Pleasure and pain there have no sting, + 

The perished self not suffering + 

That lacks all blood and nerve and wit, + 

And is in shadow-land a shade. + 

Remembered joy and misery + 

Bring joy to the joyous equally; + 

Both sadden the sad. So memory made + 

Parting to-day a double pain: + 

First because it was parting; next + 

Because the ill it ended vexed + 

And mocked me from the Past again, + 

Not as what had been remedied + 

Had I gone on⁠—not that, oh no! + 

But as itself no longer woe; + 

Sighs, angry word and look and deed + 

Being faded: rather a kind of bliss, + 

For there spiritualized it lay + 

In the perpetual yesterday + 

That naught can stir or stain like this. + 