If Sleep and Death be truly one

If Sleep and Death be truly one,

And every spirit's folded bloom

Thro' all its intervital gloom

In some long trance should slumber on;

Unconscious of the sliding hour,

Bare of the body, might it last,

And silent traces of the past

Be all the colour of the flower:

So then were nothing lost to man;

So that still garden of the souls

In many a figured leaf enrolls

The total world since life began;

And love will last as pure and whole

As when he loved me here in Time,

And at the spiritual prime

Rewaken with the dawning soul.