Classic Poem

I hear the murmurs of the eternal sea
That washes round the trembling shores of time;
I mark faint whispers from another clime;
Death's form at seasons overshadows me.
But through it all I part not, sweet, from thee; —
Rather our passion waxes more sublime
As earthly sounds become like some spent rhyme;
Our sacred love-flower blooms eternally.

Oh, if thou diest the first, be ever near
To lead me upward with love's whisper clear, —
To draw me forth with passion's accent fond.
When the last loving kiss on earth is given
Just as I die, be thine the first in heaven:
Before death others kiss; kiss thou beyond!