There is Nirvana at last. And you shall not remember at all
That which you could not help, that which you could not save;
That which no man may keep from the waiting arms of the grave,
And the lost leaves armoured in gold before they fall.
There is a dream so deep, no cry can pierce
The snowdrifts, deepening still to your ultimate peace;
Never a face be lifted, pleading or fierce.
And the thought how you strove to save them, that too shall cease.