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When life's dim lantern flickered to its close,
And silence crowned the altar of my days,
I felt thee near, as fragrance haunts the rose,
Or light endures beyond the sun's decay.
No grave could bind the promise we had sown,
No night could drown the vow our hearts had made;
For love endures where stars to dust are blown,
And time itself before its power must fade.
Thy hand I touched, not flesh, but sacred fire,
A warmth that passed through every dying vein;
It raised my soul from sorrow's funeral pyre,
And made me whole, beyond all loss or pain.
So death, that once seemed end of all, began,
Became our bridge, two souls again made one. |
