All things ' real and imagined, All legends ' good and great, All characters ' true and invented, Must, Did, And would come to an end ultimately. Had they not, Their sheen would have been lost By their sheer outstay Making some little incognisible faults Bloated to blunders. Besides, it is not nature's dictum To permit a thing outlive its term. Be it an object, an idea, A thesis, an epochal work, Or an ambassador of peace, Just as it surfaces from nowhere So does it pass into ether at its assigned hour. The loss embalms our perception of that thing lost. While the closely associated value of it Others assess and evaluate objectively, Its passage into history restores to it Its worth, its merits, its place and its meaning.
