The consciousness of my mortality <br />Which used to blind and limit all my life <br />Weighs on me not since I have been your wife. <br />Death is the price of our felicity; <br />And life eternal would not leave us free <br />To love each other thus, setting above <br />The grace of God, a common human love, <br />Untouched, unthreatened by any heaven to be. <br />For who, while waiting to be crowned a king <br />Can relish all the humble every day? <br />Who but must hasten when she sets a goal? <br />For me, I could not make our life a thing <br />So wise, so real, so tender and so gay <br />Had I this other care - to save my soul.<br /><br />Alice Duer Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-poem-2/
