If I may have it, when it’s dead,
I’ll be contented — so —
If just as soon as Breath is out
It shall belong to me —
Until they lock it in the Grave,
‘Tis Bliss I cannot weigh —
For tho’ they lock Thee in the Grave,
Myself — can own the key —
Think of it Lover! I and Thee
Permitted — face to face to be —
After a Life — a Death — We’ll say —
For Death was That —
And this — is Thee —
I’ll tell Thee All — how Bald it grew —
How Midnight felt, at first — to me —
How all the Clocks stopped in the World —
And Sunshine pinched me — ‘Twas so cold —
Then how the Grief got sleepy — some —
As if my Soul were deaf and dumb —
Just making signs — across — to Thee —
That this way — thou could’st notice me —
I’ll tell you how I tried to keep
A smile, to show you, when this Deep
All Waded — We look back for Play,
At those Old Times — in Calvary,
Forgive me, if the Grave come slow —
For Coveting to look at Thee —
Forgive me, if to stroke thy frost
Outvisions Paradise!
