Divine Possibility

Because no man who lives can surely tell
What thing comes after death; each night and day,
Unheard of any save of Love, I say,
"O Love, my lord and master, from the spell
Of bitter sweetnesses that end in Hell
Keep thou my soul; strange forms beset ray way,
And as I pass, they whisper to me, ' Stay!
And rest with us, and life shall yet be well.'

"So guide me. Love, that if at end of all
I should awake, and to my eyes be shown
Her face in heaven, and her voice should call.
My soul to her, that soul then free from stain,
Strengthen'd by love, and purified by pain,
May answer, and reclaim her for its own."