Love After Death
Arthur O'Shaughnessy
1844 to 1881
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The tale of a most short and hollow bliss,
But, in the corner of the narrow room,
That I once throbbed indeed to call my own,
Behold Love's spirit standeth, with the bloom
That things made deathless by Death's self may keep.
There is an earthly glimmer in the Tomb:
And how that broke, and how it came to this.
My eyes unclose and feel no need to weep;
Is pouring like an oil into mine ear
Holding it hardly between joy and fear,—
And a long patient smile he can assume:
While Memory, in some soft low monotone,
O what a change! for now his looks are deep,
And, healed in their own tears and with long sleep,