I am the family
face;
Flesh perishes,
I live on,
Projecting trait
and trace
Through time
to times anon,
And leaping from place
to place
Over oblivion.
The years-heired
feature that can
In curve
and voice and eye
Despise the
human span
Of durance
– that is I;
The eternal
thing in man,
That heeds no
call to die.
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