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Great silent heart! These barren drops of grief

Are not for you, attained unto your rest;

This sterile salt upon the withered leaf

Of love, is mine⁠—mine the dark burial guest.

Far, far within that deep, untroubled sea

We watched together, walking on the sands,

Your soul has melted⁠—painless, silent, free;

Mine the wrung heart, mine the clasped, useless hands.

Into the whirl of life, where none remember,

I bear your image, ever unforgot;

The “Whip-poor-will,” still “wailing in December,”

Cries the same cry⁠—cries, cries, and ceases not.

The future years with all their waves of faces

Roll shoreward singing the great undertone;

Yours is not there;⁠—in the old, well-loved places

I look, and pass, and watch the sea alone.

Alone along the gleaming, white sea-shore,

The sea-spume spraying thick around my head,

Through all the beat of waves and winds that roar,

I go, remembering that you are dead.

That you are dead, and nowhere is there one

Like unto you;⁠—and nowhere Love leaps Death;⁠—

And nowhere may the broken race be run;⁠—

Nowhere unsealed the seal that none gainsaith.

Yet in my ear that deep, sweet undertone

Grows deeper, sweeter, solemner to me⁠—

Dreaming your dreams, watching the light that shone

So whitely to you, yonder, on the sea.

Your voice is there, there in the great life-sound⁠—

Your eyes are there, out there, within the light;

Your heart, within the pulsing Race-heart drowned,

Beats in the immortality of Right.

O Life, I love you for the love of him

Who showed me all your glory and your pain!

“Unto Nirvana”⁠—so the deep tones sing⁠—

And there⁠—and there⁠—we⁠—shall⁠—be⁠—one⁠—again.