The Broken Wing/If You Were Dead

​5. If You Were Dead

If you were dead I should not weep! How sweetly would my sad heart rest Close-gathered in a dreamless sleep Among the garlands on your breast, Happy at last and comforted If you were dead!
For life is like a burning veil That keeps our yearning souls apart, Cold Fate a wall no hope may scale. And pride a severing sword, Sweetheart! And love a wide and troubled sea 'Twixt you and me.
If you were dead I should not weep— How sweetly would our hearts unite ​In a dim, undivided sleep, Locked in Death's deep and narrow night, All anger fled, all sorrow past, O Love, at last!
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