Transcended

I who was learned in death's lore
Oft held her to my heart
And spoke of days when we should love no more--
In the long dust, apart.

"Immortal?" No--it could not be,
Spirit with flesh must die.
Tho' heart should pray and hope make endless plea,
Reason would still outcry.

She died. They wrapped her in the dust--
I heard the dull clod's dole,
And then I knew she lived--that death's dark lust
Could never touch her soul!