This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life

This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life I mention it to you, When Sunrise through a fissure drop The Day must follow too.

If we demur, its gaping sides Disclose as 'twere a Tomb Ourself am lying straight wherein The Favorite of Doom.

When it has just contained a Life Then, Darling, it will close And yet so bolder every Day So turbulent it grows

I'm tempted half to stitch it up With a remaining Breath I should not miss in yielding, though To Him, it would be Death --

And so I bear it big about My Burial -- before A Life quite ready to depart Can harass me no more --