Francis William Lauderdale Adams - To A. L. Gordon lyrics

In night-long days, in aeons where all Time's nights are one; where life and d**h sing paeans as of Greeks and Galileans, never begun or done; where fate, the slow swooping condor, comes glooming all the sky -- as you have pondered I ponder, as you have wandered I wander, as you have died, shall I die?