If There Is Any Life When Death Is Over, These Tawny Beaches Will Know Much Of Me, I Shall Come Back, As Constant And As Changeful As The Unchanging, Many-Colored Sea. If Life Was Small, If It Has Made Me Scornful, Forgive Me; I Shall Straighten Like A Flame In The Great Calm Of Death, And If You Want Me Stand On The Sea-Ward Dunes And Call My Name.