Classic Poem

They say no Love's so deep—so pure,
As that where Death has set his seal
It is not so!—at least I'm sure
Death could not add to what I feel!

No! no!—descended from the skies
And breathing Heaven upon the heart
Love—real—true Love, never dies
The immortal soul's least mortal part!

All other passions bear a stain
Which shews they are not from above:
Of Earth—to Earth they turn again—
From Heaven—to Heaven returns true Love!

There may be times when his bright face
With thoughts pale cast is sicklied o'er
Blindfold, his statue wore such trace—
But drop the fillet—'twas no more.

So all that Death for Love can do
Is rend the Veil that dims his sight
Clear from the brow its pensive hue
And on his smile pour endless light!