I toss upon Thy grave, (After Thy life resumed, after the pause, the backward glance of Death; Hence, hence the vistas on, the march continued, In larger spheres, new lives in paths untrodden, On! till the circle rounded, ever the journey on!) Upon Thy grave, -- the vital sod how thrilled as from Thy limbs and breast transpired, Rises the springs sweet utterance of flowers, -- I toss this sheaf of song, these scattered leaves of love! For thee, Thy Soul and Body spent for me, -- And now still living, now in love, transmitting still Thy Soul, Thy Flesh to me, to all! -- These variant phrases of the long-immortal chant I toss upon Thy grave! |