Fools, fools, fools,
Your blood is hot to-day.
       It cools
When you are clay.
It joins the very clod
Wherein you look at God,
Wherein at last you see
       The living God
       The loving God,
Which was your enemy.

This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on October 19, 2019, by the Academy of American Poets.