Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned The desolation of extinguished suns,
And shall my soul that lies within your hand
Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
When winds along the darkened desert sweep?
A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned
The vacant ether with their voices deep?
Soul of my soul, no word shall be forgot,
Nor yet alone, beloved, shall we see
Nor fear the void wherethro' our planet runs,
For still together shall we go and not
Fare forth alone to front eternity.
Love and Death
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