Godlike Kiss

You say that I must let this sadness die

And lift from stricken eyes the shades of grief

To follow where the paths of beauty lie

Bring closure to the heart and soul's relief.

This world is not by some deep sorrow made

Though all things rare and beautiful soon fade

To memory or run to slow decay,

All human effort bound to die away.

But slowly as the star-swept evening yields

To the richly coloured halo of the morn

She left these beautiful but troubled fields

Of life preparing for a greater dawn

In which the soul refreshed shall come again

In a body built of everlasting bliss,

Exempt from ignorance and freed from pain

And on my eyes bestow her godlike kiss.