Oh, For The Time When I Shall

No Coward Soul Is Mine.

He Shall Never Know How I Love Him: And That, Not Because He's Handsome, Nelly, But Because He Is More Myself Than I Am. Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.

Cold Inthe Earthand The Deepsnow Piled Abovethee, Far, Far, Removed, Cold In The Dreary Grave! Have I Forgot, My Only Love, To Love Thee, Severed At Last Bytime's All-serving Wave?

I'm Happiest When Most Away I Can Bear My Soul From Its Home Of Clay On A Windy Night When The Moon Is Bright And The Eye Can Wander Through Worlds Of Light— When I Am Not And None Beside— Nor Earth Nor Sea Nor Cloudless Sky— But Only Spirit Wandering Wide Through Infinite Immensity.

Whatever Our Souls Are Made Of, His And Mine Are The Same.