If I should wake again

Years and years from now'

And wander wide to where you are,

No matter how.

And take your hand to ask you,

"Are these here

Nights hushed and starlit,

Days clear

And hear-full as the night and day

Just gone away?"-

You would answer, "Yes,"

And I again

"Are these parts and laughter

Rich and brave?

Beats beauty like a blinding wave

Across men's eyes?"

And you would nod your head

To me awakened

From the restless dead.

"Is there a word unspoken,

Now, as then,

Between two where the meadow grass

And flowers

Bloom in the mind?"-

And you, would you answer

"'Yes-like ours'?"