Love Lives Beyond the Tomb
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew—
I love the fond, . . .
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew—
I love the fond, . . .
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever . . .
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move, . . .
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come. . . .