Thou wert wise to chisel for me: «Taken from the evil to come». - Edgar Lee Masters

There is something about Death
Like love itself!
If with some one with whom you have known passion,
And the glow of youthful love,
You also, after years of life
Together, feel the sinking of the fire,
And thus fade away together,
Gradually, faintly, delicately,
As it were in each other's arms,
Passing from the familiar room-
That is a power of unison between souls
Like love itself!

Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree.
The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet grass,
The stars sparkle, the whippoorwill calls,
But thou grievest, while my soul lies rapturous
In the blest Nirvana of eternal light!
Go to the good heart that is my husband,
Who broods upon what he calls our guilty love–
Tell him that my love for you, no less than my love for him
Wrought out my destiny–that through the flesh
I won spirit, and through spirit, peace.
There is no marriage in heaven,
But there is love.

I sat under my cedar tree.
My mate, the mother of them, was taken-
I sat under my cedar tree,
Till ninety years were tolled.
O maternal Earth, which rocks the fallen leaf to sleep!