Beyond Sight And Sound

Full soon I shall be gone, where dead men go, —
Gone on, beyond your ken, far out of sight —
To that dim, phantom world that no stars light;
Where souls like pallid flames flit to and fro,
Where Love is not, nor memory of Woe,
And no voice pleads through that eternal night;
Dumb are those souls, and dead is their delight,
They need no courage, since no fear they know.

If a sad ghost should seem to bar your way,
Think not from that vague world that I return;
'T will be but moonlight silvering some spray.
I shall not hear you, howso'er you yearn;
Yet if your cry could follow my far track,
I think from bane or bliss I should come back.
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