YOUR SUNLIT WAY
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I
Should one thought cry against me in your heart, I could not rise from Death, saying, “Love, my place Is by your living side; ghostly, I touch Your precious hands, I kiss your lovely face!”
II
I would not have you shrink to feel me near, Or claim despite your will what once was mine, Was ours in God-flung vow, passionate, dear By night, by day, companioned or apart.
III
Not mine to snare your liberty, to cage Your sunlit way. Yet, wish me gone, I leap From light, I plunge to find amen and shroud In Death,—this time for Love’s eternal sleep.