If that high world
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
Our own, surviving Love endears;
If there the cherish'd heart be fond,
The eye the same, except in tears —
The eye the same, except in tears —
How welcome those untrodden spheres!
How sweet this very your to die!
How sweet this very your to die!
To soar from earth and find all fears
Lost in thy light — Eternity!
Lost in thy light — Eternity!
It must be so: 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink;
That we so tremble on the brink;
And striving to o'erleap the gulf,
Yet cling to Being's severing link.
Yet cling to Being's severing link.
Oh! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares;
To hold each heart the heart that shares;
With them the immortal waters drink,
And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
George Gordon Byron
If that high world, which lies beyond
Our own, surviving Love endears;
If there the cherish'd heart be fond,
The eye the same, except in tears —
How welcome those untrodden spheres!
How sweet this very your to die!
To soar from earth and find all fears
Lost in thy light — Eternity!
It must be so: 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink;
And striving to o'erleap the gulf,
Yet cling to Being's severing link.
Oh! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares;
With them the immortal waters drink,
And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
Our own, surviving Love endears;
If there the cherish'd heart be fond,
The eye the same, except in tears —
How welcome those untrodden spheres!
How sweet this very your to die!
To soar from earth and find all fears
Lost in thy light — Eternity!
It must be so: 'tis not for self
That we so tremble on the brink;
And striving to o'erleap the gulf,
Yet cling to Being's severing link.
Oh! in that future let us think
To hold each heart the heart that shares;
With them the immortal waters drink,
And soul in soul grow deathless theirs!
