After Death

At moonset, when ghost speaks with ghost And spirits meet where once they sinned, Between the whispering wood and coast, My soul met her soul on the wind, My late-lost Evalind.

I kissed her mouth. Her face was wild. Two burning shadows were her eyes, Wherein the love,--that once had smiled A heartbreak smile,--in some strange wise, I did not recognize.

Then suddenly I seemed to see How sin had damned my soul and doomed To wander thus eternally With love and loathing, that assumed The form of her entombed.