Classic Poem

I CANNOT leave you, ask me not to go,
Love of my youth and all my older years—
We, who have met together smiles or tears,
Feeling that each did but make closer grow
The union of our hearts—Ah! say not so
That Death shall find us separate. All my fears
Are but to lose you. Life itself appears
A trifling thing—But one great truth I know,
When heart to heart has been so closely knit
That Flesh has been one Flesh and Soul one Soul,
Life is not life if they are rent apart,
And death unsevered is more exquisite
As we, who have known much, shall read the whole
Of Life's great secret on each other's heart.