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LOVE’S WISDOM
HERE is a sense of passion after death.
Passion for death, desire to kiss the scythe,
All know, whose limbs in envious glory writhe,
And lie exhausted, mingling happy breath.
‘‘Could I end so—this moment!” Lingereth
The lazy gaze, half mournful and half blythe.
But there’s another, when the body dieth—
Hast thou no knowledge what the carcass saith ?
I watched all night by my dead lover’s bed.
I saw the spirit; heard the motionless
Lips part in uttering a supreme caress:
“T care not nor for life nor death;” they said,
‘““Only for love.” ‘What difference?” said I,
‘“‘ Dead or alive, I love thee utterly.”