Numen Lumen

ILIVE with him, I see his face;

I go no more away

For visitor, or sundown;

Death's single privacy,

The only one forestalling mine,

And that by right that he

Presents a claim invisible,

No wedlock granted me.

I live with him, I hear his voice,

I stand alive to-day

To witness to the certainty

Of immortality

Taught me by Time,—the lower way,

Conviction every day,—

That life like this is endless,

Be judgment what it may.