III. He (she) goes free of the earth.
The sun of his (her) last day sets
clear in the sweetness of his (her) liberty.
The earth recovers from his (her) dying,
the hallow of his (her) life
remaining in all his (her) death leaves.
Radiances know him (her). Grown lighter
than breath, he (she) is set free
in our remembering. Grown brighter
than vision, he (she) goes dark
into the life of the hill
that holds his (her) peace.
He’s (she's) hidden among all that is,
and cannot be lost.
WB
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