Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, <br />And shall my soul that lies within your hand <br />Remember nothing, as the blowing sand <br />Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep <br />When winds along the darkened desert sweep? <br />Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned <br />A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned <br />The vacant ether with their voices deep? <br />Soul of my soul, no word shall be forgot, <br />Nor yet alone, beloved, shall we see <br />The desolation of extinguished suns, <br />Nor fear the void wherethro' our planet runs, <br />For still together shall we go and not <br />Fare forth alone to front eternity.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-and-death-2/
