Never on this side of the grave again,
        On this side of the river,
On this side of the garner of the grain,
                        Never,--

Ever while time flows on and on and on,
        That narrow noiseless river,
Ever while corn bows heavy-headed, wan,
                        Ever,--

Never despairing, often fainting, ruing,
        But looking back, ah never!
Faint yet pursuing, faint yet still pursuing
                        Ever.