I I Saw A Dead Man'S Finer Part Shining Within Each Faithful Heart Of Those Bereft. Then Said I: "This Must Be His Immortality." Ii I Looked There As The Seasons Wore, And Still His Soul Continuously Upbore Its Life In Theirs. But Less Its Shine Excelled Than When I First Beheld. Iii His Fellow-Yearsmen Passed, And Then In Later Hearts I Looked For Him Again; And Found Him - Shrunk, Alas! Into A Thin And Spectral Mannikin. Iv Lastly I Ask - Now Old And Chill - If Aught Of Him Remain Unperished Still; And Find, In Me Alone, A Feeble Spark, Dying Amid The Dark. February 1899.