The Golden Darkness/When Death Has Raised Me

​WHEN DEATH HAS RAISED ME.
When Death has raised me through a cloud he rifted
 Earth will rush in my body's place from all about,
As water rushes in when some great stone is lifted,
 As darkness rushes in when some bright light goes out.

My dreams of love, my hopes and fears the while I sought her,
 The things I gave and took when life was ripe with bloom,
Will find expression like curled ripples on the water,
 Like memories of dead light dying in the gloom.

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