Classic Poem

A little while, and I shall be
At one with earth and air and sea:
A little while, and I shall creep
Where none shall waken me from sleep

A little while, and life shall pass
And lend a greenness to the grass:
A little while, and these dull bones
Shall be companions to the stones.

And yet the Spirit of God's Love
Is more a falcon than a dove;
And can it be that I shall have
No hiding-place within the grave?

O gracious Lips that I have kissed
And tasted in the Eucharist,
With you alone an answer is,
And yet no answer but a kiss.