Just the breath of a kiss that passed and vanished, Like a sunbeam stolen away,— But the soul of a kiss to lips that were famished For its life that lives for aye. Somewhere in the reach of the vast eternal, The soul of that kiss again Will call to me from the heights supernal With its solemn, sweet Amen. And my soul shall answer softly, Softly and low of tone; No height nor depth nor ages But my soul shall know its own. |