Robert Crawford - Post Mortem.
When I have passed the bourne of ear and eye, <br />And thou my whereabouts no more canst tell; <br />When all I am is but a phantasy, <br />Seen in thy heart, to none else visible: <br />When haply slow time shall have faded then, <br />And thee too brought to thy departure here, <br />But call me in the spirit, and again <br />My soul, that was thy mate, shall answer, dear! <br />Then from the confines of that shadowy clime <br />As in a visionary light I'll come <br />To where, within the fading fields of time, <br />Thy soul waits mine, with whom to journey home <br />Till, with thy hand in mine, we take our way <br />Where all that we have been is ours for aye.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/post-mortem-13/