if i believe in death be sure of this it is because you have loved me, moon and sunset stars and flowers gold creshendo and silver muting of seatides
i trusted not, one night when in my fingers drooped your shining body when my heart sang between your perfect breasts
darkness and beauty of stars was on my mouth petals danced against my eyes and down the singing reaches of my soul spoke the green
greeting pale departing irrevocable sea i knew thee death.
and when i have offered up each fragrant night,when all my days shall have been before a certain face become white perfume only, from the ashes then thou wilt rise and thou wilt come to her and brush
the mischief from her eyes and fold her mouth the new flower with thy unimaginable wings,where dwells the breath of all persisting stars