Unreconciled by life's fleet years,that fled With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild,Though two great spirits had lived,and hence had sped Unreconciled;
Though time and change,harsh time's imperious child,That wed strange hands together,might not wed High hearts by hope's misprision once beguiled;
Faith,by the light from either's memory shed,Sees,radiant as their ends were undefiled,One goal for each--not twain among the dead Unreconciled.
