The air is full of dawn and spring; <br />Outside the room I see <br />A swallow, like a shaft of light, <br />Shift sideways suddenly. <br /> <br />There is no room for death at all <br />In earth or heaven above; <br />He never yet believed in death <br />Who ever learned to love. <br /> <br />Build me a tomb when I am dead, <br />But leave a window free <br />That I may watch the swallow’s flight, <br />And spring come back to me. <br /> <br />Build me a tomb of steel and stone, <br />But leave one window free, <br />That I may feel the spring come back— <br />And you come back to me!<br /><br />John Hall Wheelock<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spring-193/
