Of the lone spirits of the empty tomb, 
And there I see the lovers piteous 
Splendidly flash within the silver sphere 
Of light, and there I lose them at the last 
Most wonderfully passed within the veil 
Of Time ;  caught up into the Infinite. 
Lay them together.  And the hollow hill 
Shall echo me “ together,” and the sky, 
And the wide sea, and all the fragrant air, 
Shall linger in the tumult of the dawn. 
Lay them together.  And the still small voice 
Shall whisper “ Peace,” and in the evening 
“ Peace.” 
 
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