Classic Poem

A VERMENT

Though God should send me,
When I die,
To the last star
Across His sky,
And bid all space between us be
Oblivion — one traverseless sea:

Though He should give me,
There, a task,
Sweeter than any
I could ask,
And with the task achievement too,
Greater than all I here shall do:

Yea, though He purposed
Thus to let
Me, severed from you,
All forget;
Remembrance like a magnet still
Would draw my heart to you, and will.

So I should surely,
On the marge
Of that new world
With strangeness large,
Weary of tasks and turn a face
Somehow toward your dwelling place.

And I should listen
Through the stars
To silent hintings
Of lost bars
Of music that was once your voice:
In no dream should I more rejoice.

Of I should tremble
When the breeze
Brought to my cheek
Infinities
Of dim forgotten touches love
Once swept me with, like a wild dove.

For in the trysting
Of true souls
There is no distance
That controls:
Not space nor God can keep them twain —
Only annihilation's reign.