What do you think has become of the young and old men?
And what do you think has become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death
And if ever there was it led forward life
And does not wait at the end to arrest it
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier