The poem
Unreconciled by life's fleet years, that fled With changeful clang of pinions wide and wild, Though two great spirits had lived, and hence had sped Unreconciled;
Though time and change, harsh time's imperious child, That wed strange hands together, might not wed High hearts by hope's misprision once beguiled;
Faith, by the light from either's memory shed, Sees, radiant as their ends were undefiled, One goal for each--not twain among the dead Unreconciled.