Classic Poem

Dear, through the silence comes a vibrant call,
Thy voice, thy very voice it is, O Sweet!
Yet who shall scale the dread invisible wall
That guards the Eden where our souls would meet?
O veil of flesh, O dull mortality,
Is there no vision for the enfranchised eyes
Must we stoop low thro' Death's greenglooms to see
The immaculate light known of our wingéd sighs?
Nay, Love, of body or soul no shadow or gloom
Can always, always, thee and me dispart
Soul of my soul, thro' the very gates of Doom
Even as deep to deep, heart crieth to heart—
Yea, as two moving waves on Life's wild sea,
We meet, we merge, we are one, I thou, thou me!