SEE THE DEAD ARISE
Far away and long ago in a dead
World, where the flowers no longer bloom nor
The birds sing, there, once again, will be heard
The wind’s sweet sigh and the sea’s distant roar.
There they walk together in the tall shadows,
The slim, white-robed lovers for ever young,
Gathering flowers in the lush green meadows,
Singing the old sweet songs no longer sung.
All through the sultry afternoons they wander
By cooling streams where the silver fish leap,
And maybe once in a while they will wonder
If they are truly awake or asleep.
See the dead arise on a distant star—
We shall join them soon, having come from far.