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Paul Laurence Dunbar - Communion
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In the silence of my heart,
    I will spend an hour with thee,
  When my love shall rend apart
    All the veil of mystery:

  All that dim and misty veil
    That shut in between our souls
  When Death cried, "Ho, maiden, hail!"
    And your barque sped on the shoals.

  On the shoals? Nay, wrongly said.
    On the breeze of Death that sweeps
  Far from life, thy soul has sped
    Out into unsounded deeps.

  I shall take an hour and come
    Sailing, darling, to thy side.
  Wind nor sea may keep me from
    Soft communings with my bride.

  I shall rest my head on thee
    As I did long days of yore,
  When a calm, untroubled sea
    Rocked thy vessel at the shore.

  I shall take thy hand in mine,
    And live o`er the olden days
  When thy smile to me was wine,--
    Golden wine thy word of praise,

  For the carols I had wrought
    In my soul`s simplicity;
  For the petty beads of thought
    Which thine eyes alone could see.

  Ah, those eyes, love-blind, but keen
    For my welfare and my weal!
  Tho` the grave-door shut between,
    Still their love-lights o`er me steal.

  I can see thee thro` my tears,
    As thro` rain we see the sun.
  What tho` cold and cooling years
    Shall their bitter courses run,--

  I shall see thee still and be
    Thy true lover evermore,
  And thy face shall be to me
    Dear and helpful as before.

  Death may vaunt and Death may boast,
    But we laugh his pow`r to scorn;
  He is but a slave at most,--
    Night that heralds coming morn.

  I shall spend an hour with thee
    Day by day, my little bride.
  True love laughs at mystery,
    Crying, "Doors of Death, fly wide."
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