Brief Thanksgiving From too much love of living, from hope and fear set free, we thank with brief thanksgiving whatever gods may be, that no life lives forever, that dead men rise up never, that even the weariest river winds somewhere safe to sea. Then star nor sun shall waketh, nor any change of light; nor sound of waters shaken, nor any sound or sight; not wintry leaves nor vernal, nor days nor things diurnal; only the sleep eternal in an eternal night.