Numen Lumen.

I live with him, I see his face; I go no more away For visitor, or sundown; Death's single privacy, The only one forestalling mine, And that by right that he Presents a claim invisible, No wedlock granted me. I live with him, I hear his voice, I stand alive to-day To witness to the certainty Of immortality Taught me by Time,—the lower way, Conviction every day,— That life like this is endless, Be judgment what it may.