Dinah Maria Craik (Дина Мария Крейк)
A Spirit Present
IF, coming from that unknown sphere Where I believe thou art,-- The world unseen which girds our world So close, yet so apart,-- Thy soul's soft call unto my soul Electrical could reach, And mortal and immortal blend In one familiar speech,-- What wouldst thou say to me? wouldst ask What, since did me befall? Or close this chasm of cruel years Between us--knowing all? Wouldst love me--thy pure eyes seeing that God only saw beside? O, love me! 'T was so hard to live, So easy to have died. If, while this dizzy whirl of life A moment pausing stayed, I face to face with thee could stand, I would not be afraid: Not though from heaven to heaven thy feet In glad ascent have trod, While mine took through earth's miry ways Their solitary road. We could not lose each other. World On world piled ever higher Would part like banked clouds, lightning-cleft By our two souls' desire. Life ne'er divided us; death tried, But could not; Love's voice fine Called luring through the dark--then ceased, And I am wholly thine.
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