Among the sages of the past are there any who survived they lived and then they died all turned to dust and ashes their piled-up bones would match Vipula their tears of parting form a sea their empty names alone remain none escaped the Wheel of Birth and Death | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE THE PASSIONATE MAN'S PILGRIMAGE by WALTER RALEIGH |