I hear the murmurs of the eternal sea That washes round the trembling shores of time; I mark faint whispers from another clime: Death's form at seasons overshadows me. But through it all I part not, sweet, from thee;— Rather our passion waxes more sublime As earthly sounds become like some spent rhyme; Our sacred love-flower blooms eternally. Oh, if thou diest the first, be ever near To lead me upward with love's whisper clear,— To draw me forth with passion's accent fond. When the last loving kiss on earth is given Just as I die, be thine the first in heaven: Before death others kiss; kiss thou beyond! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE BIRDS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE VOICE OF THE SEA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN THE TABLE D'HOTE by JOHN PAUL BOCOCK THE MEASURE OF TIME by ALICE CARY THE COAL STRIKE by HENRY CHAPPELL |