And now that you are dead, - If I should die
Upon this ground,
And open my new eye,
I’d leave my body dead,
Just like a garment shed
Without a sound;

And go to you within that dingy room
Above the stair,
To find you in the gloom,
As though you sadly dozed,
With dead eyes partly closed,
Within your chair.

Then would I find you sad, who used to weep
At death’s delay;
And I would notice creep
Upon your cheek a tear
At finding Heaven so near,
And Earth so far away.