SHOULD change fall in its fated hour; Should music cease, should darkness be; Should star and sun and face and flower Turn dust of beauty endlessly, Beloved, what of you and me? I question how, by finer sense, The soul adventures ways unknown, Or what shall be its recompense For death? what loveliness atone For earth's green glory sadly flown? Yet, since I need nor touch, nor sight, Nor spoken word, however dear, To read your thought and will aright, To know your spirit, now and here, What has our fellowship to fear? Man's age-long doubt assails in vain The truth that lightens in your eyes, Or your still courage, bred of pain: Beyond the wreck of worlds and skies, I shall seek these, when beauty dies. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 10 by JAMES JOYCE TWENTY-FOUR HOKKU ON A MODERN THEME by AMY LOWELL THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON QUESTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHALL I SAY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER |