Transcended

I who was learned in death's lore Oft held her to my heart And spoke of days when we should love no more-- In the long dust, apart.

"Immortal?" No--it could not be, Spirit with flesh must die. Tho' heart should pray and hope make endless plea, Reason would still outcry.

She died. They wrapped her in the dust-- I heard the dull clod's dole, And then I knew she lived--that death's dark lust Could never touch her soul!