Envoi - Neihardt

Oh, seek me not within a tomb—   Thou shalt not find me in the clay! I pierce a little wall of gloom   To mingle with the day! I brothered with the things that pass,   Poor giddy joy and puckered grief; I go to brother with the grass   And with the sunning leaf. Not death can sheathe me in a shroud;   A joy-sword whetted keen with pain, I join the armies of the cloud,   The lightning and the rain. Oh, subtle in the sap athrill,   Athletic in the glad uplift, A portion of the cosmic will,   I pierce the planet-drift. My God and I shall interknit   As rain and ocean, breath and air; And oh, the luring thought of it   Is prayer!