A BREATH
And a sigh,—
How we fly
From Death!
| A breath
And a sigh,—
How we fly
From Death!
| A palm
Warm pressed,
As we guessed
Love's psalm.
| Sing on
O our bird!
Thou art heard
Alone.
| A word
Breathed close,
And then rose
The bird
| We know
No life,
Neither strife,
Nor woe,
| That cowers
In the wood
'Mid a flood
Of flowers,
| Nor aught
But this hour,—
Love's dower
Dear bought.—
| Till Love's
Heart sighs,
Like the cries
Of doves,—
| Death's voice
Is away,
And we may
Rejoice.
| Then sings
His song,
Beating strong
White wings,—
| The bird
Of our song
May be long
Unheard,
| Heart clear
Though faint,
Like a saint
In prayer.—
| But, Dear,
Bend low;
It is now
We hear.
| He reigns
In power,
And Love's hour
Disdains.
| Dear Heart
Your kiss!—
After this
We part.
| Forget
For a day
All his sway,
Life's fret.
| A breath
And a sigh,—
How we fly
From Death!
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