ALONE in Death I think my heart will be; I have no dead to wait me in that land, And if with thee I entered, hand in hand, When her voice called wouldst thou not turn from me, And leave me lonely by that jasper sea -- Lonely, forever, on that silent strand, When with entreaty stronger than command Her languorous, low tones invited thee? And she would find my kisses on thy mouth, And yet forgive thee with a royal grace, Because, when she had gone, too long the drouth, The uncheered waiting her divine embrace -- And I, O God! should long to die again, Yet face my immortality of pain. |