When morning’s slanting rays enlight’ no more
and I am gone from here come good or ill,
will you then love me as you did before,
your spanning time and space an act of will.
Will you still draw me near if you’ve a choice,
in memory of once and pure delight-
when death’s own silence steals the ocean’s voice
though weaker hearts be broken in that flight.
When breath and body yield themselves to dark
and I no longer sleep in your embrace,
have you the faith that journey to embark,
to tread the roads of gossamer and lace.
Will you, Beloved, find me in the stars-
where we will claim eternity as ours.
