• Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,
    And shall my soul that lies within your hand
    Remember nothing, as the blowing sand
    Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep
    When winds along the darkened desert sweep?

    Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned
    A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned
    The vacant ether with their voices deep?
    Soul of my soul, no word shall be forgot,
    Nor yet alone, beloved, shall we see

    The desolation of extinguished suns,
    Nor fear the void wherethro' our planet runs,
    For still together shall we go and not
    Fare forth alone to front eternity.