On Love's Supreme
Love-lighted to the end, she may have thought,
As in she passed, ‘When was I here before?’
And when the radiant faces, more and more,
With old-home smiles their eager welcome brought,
Amid the gentle din she must have sought
His voice familiar at some opening door,
Ware of no change, love-folded as of yore,
Nor dreaming what Death's miracle had wrought.
Happy such morrows to love-lighted days!
The Heaven to her as Earth with him had been,—
The Earth to him as Heaven, because, within,
Her memories still vision all his ways.
High on Love's sweet supreme the two confess,
‘Death teacheth us the things of Deathlessness!’
As in she passed, ‘When was I here before?’
And when the radiant faces, more and more,
With old-home smiles their eager welcome brought,
Amid the gentle din she must have sought
His voice familiar at some opening door,
Ware of no change, love-folded as of yore,
Nor dreaming what Death's miracle had wrought.
Happy such morrows to love-lighted days!
The Heaven to her as Earth with him had been,—
The Earth to him as Heaven, because, within,
Her memories still vision all his ways.
High on Love's sweet supreme the two confess,
‘Death teacheth us the things of Deathlessness!’
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