Classic Poem

I KNOW , my love, you are not far away;
Your footfall matches mine along the floor;
You enter still with me at every door;
Though hushed, the old, familiar things you say
That thrilled my waiting heart but yesterday,
And I am full of peace,—and more and more
My soul perceives what death is fashioned for
To which the body only is the prey.
Strange: oft we touched not for the wall between
When hand in hand we went, and side by side,—
Often there seemed some let, some thwarting screen,
Some corner for the living soul to hide,
But now you've drawn so close you move unseen,
And in eternal oneness we abide.