Joseph Rodman Drake - To --

When that eye of light shall in darkness fall, <br />And thy bosom be shrouded in death's cold pall, <br />When the bloom of that rich red lip shall fade, <br />And thy head on its pillow of dust be laid; <br /> <br />Oh! then thy spirit shall see how true <br />Are the holy vows I have breathed to you; <br />My form shall moulder thy grave beside, <br />And in the blue heavens I'll seek my bride. <br /> <br />Then we'll tell, as we tread yon azure sphere, <br />Of the woes we have known while lingering here; <br />And our spirits shall joy that, their pilgrimage o'er, <br />They have met in the heavens to sever no more.<br /><br />Joseph Rodman Drake<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-13/