I wonder if, when done with <br />Is all earth's pain and care, <br />When we at length are one with <br />The Dead, and with them bear <br />Our part in the new life that <br />Is now beyond our ken — <br />If we shall then remember <br />Our loves, or love again. <br />Will, when the flesh is over <br />And all its needs are gone, <br />The souls of loved and lover <br />As in a dream love on? <br />Or will they live, but mingle <br />No more in the new sphere, <br />As they had done for ever <br />With all that they were here? <br />Will father then and mother, <br />Or lover then and friend, <br />Be nothing to each other <br />When here we make an end <br />Of all that we have lived for? <br />Or shall our sprites above <br />Indeed attain themselves in <br />The entity of love?<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-8-3/
