Classic Poem

What is love beyond the grave?
Is it memory or dust?
Is it spectral—is it brave?
Has it still an ought and must?

Is it fluid? Conscienceless?
Is it universal—pure?
Has it hands nor heart to bless?
Has it courage to endure?

Does it cherish—does it care?
Does it smile upon our pain?
Has it only wings and air
Where a weary head has lain?

I but vaguely have inferred—
Is it you and is it me?
Or are theme and phrasing blurred
In unrhymed obscurity?