Immortality

I SHALL go down as the sun goes
Over the rim of the world—
Will there be quiet around me,
As of sunset banners furled?

I shall take flight as a bird wings
Into the infinite blue—
What if my song come ringing
Down through the stars and the dew?

I shall mount, strong as the promise
Forged in love's white, first fire—
A soul through the rustling darkness
On pinions of desire.
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