A Sudden Pang
It smote across me with a sudden pang,
The thought that you must die. It shall not be!
If there is soul of passion in the sea
Or in the moon whose white orb used to hang
Above the wild plains where thy spirit sang
Its girlish love-song to infinity, —
If there was love in sun or flower or tree
Or river whose soft voice beside thee rang, —
If there is love in the Unknown Power or me, —
Thou shalt live onward through the viewless years.
Oh when death calls thee, and thine eyes' bright light
Fails, send for me. If I can see for tears
I'll use my sword once more, and death shall flee,
For love that dies not can put death to flight.
The thought that you must die. It shall not be!
If there is soul of passion in the sea
Or in the moon whose white orb used to hang
Above the wild plains where thy spirit sang
Its girlish love-song to infinity, —
If there was love in sun or flower or tree
Or river whose soft voice beside thee rang, —
If there is love in the Unknown Power or me, —
Thou shalt live onward through the viewless years.
Oh when death calls thee, and thine eyes' bright light
Fails, send for me. If I can see for tears
I'll use my sword once more, and death shall flee,
For love that dies not can put death to flight.
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