Sleep on -- I lie at heaven's high oriels, <br /> Over the stars that murmur as they go <br /> Lighting your lattice-window far below; <br />And every star some of the glory spells <br /> Whereof I know. <br />I have forgotten you, long long ago; <br /> Like the sweet, silver singing of thin bells <br />Vanished, or music fading faint and low. <br /> Sleep on -- I lie at heaven's high oriels, <br />Who loved you so.<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nirvana-6/
