Echoes.

A breath                         A breath        And a sigh, -                     And a sigh, -          How we fly                       How we fly     From Death!                      From Death! -                                   A palm                           Sing on         Warm pressed,                    O our bird!         As we guessed                    Thou art heard     Love's psalm.                    Alone.                                  A word                           We know         Breathed close,                  No life,         And then rose                    Neither strife,     The bird                         Nor woe,                                  That cowers                      Nor aught         In the wood                      But this hour, -          'Mid a flood                     Love's dower     Of flowers,                      Dear bought. -                                   Till Love's                      Death's voice         Heart sighs,                     Is away,         Like the cries                   And we may     Of doves, -                      Rejoice.                                  Then sings                       The bird         His song,                        Of our song         Beating strong                   May be long     White wings, -                   Unheard,                                  Heart clear                      But, Dear,         Though faint,                    Bend low;         Like a saint                     It is now     In prayer. -                     We hear.                                  He reigns                        Dear Heart         In power,                        Your kiss! -          And Love's hour                  After this     Disdains.                        We part.                                  Forget                           A breath         For a day                        And a sigh, -          All his sway,                    How we fly     Life's fret.                     From Death!