Love's Resurrection Song

I made a grave for dead Love to lie in;
And I dug it deep in a grassy place,
With trees above it for winds to sigh in,
Or birds to make song in through blithe Spring days.

Then I stretched myself on the grave in sorrow,
Remembering Love, and how fair was he;
Yesterday poisoned the thought of the morrow,
The blank morrow, in which no Love should be.

And I cried, " O Love, thou wert full of splendor
And pomp and dominion but yesterday.
Thy voice was kind and thine eyes were tender;
But all, now, all, has been taken away.

"Love, canst thou hear? " But the wind moaned only, -
Only the grass on Love's grave was stirred;
In the trees above sang, faint and lonely,
One sad, little, bright-eyed, unmated bird.

The twilight fell as I lay and wept there;
And dew dropped silently, wetting my face;
Alone my weary vigil I kept there,
Till the moon arose in its placid grace:

And the air was charged with her benediction;
And my desolate heart was soothed and filled
With a spirit of some divine prediction, —
And suddenly all my weeping was stilled.

Then I beheld, in the moonlight tender,
A presence more bright than the moon's pale fire;
For there stood Love, with increase of splendor.
And my heart was made one with my heart's desire.