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RONDELS (AT MONTE CARLO) 
 
Let God’s highest heaven receive the man who dies— 
All hath an end :  he falls :  the stains and scars 
Are his throughout unwatched eternities. 
 
The roses and the scented nenuphars 
Give hope—oh !  monolith !  oh house of lies ! 
We change and change and fade, strange avatars 
In all the skies. 
 
 
III 
 
One way sets free.  That way is not to tread 
Through fire or earth or spirit, air or sea. 
That secret is not gathered of the dead. 
On way sets free. 
 
Not to desire shall lead to not to be. 
There is no hope within, none overhead, 
None by the chance of fate’s august decree. 
 
It is a path where tears are ever shed. 
There is no joy—is that a path for me ? 
Yea !  though I track the ways of utmost dread, 
One way sets free.