Classic Poem

Thou ask'st me why that thought of death
Should rise within our souls the same —
Why now, when dearer grows each breath
Of life, we shrink not at his name!
What is it, sweet, but faith in each
The other could not live alone?
What but the wish at once to reach
The land where change is never known?

As, parted here, we dare not think
Of wearying years to come between!
Nay, start not, love, as on the brink
Of what may be — as it hath been —
We only part like twin-born rays
Diverging from the morning sun,
Again within his orb to blaze
When fused in heaven into one.