Now far from thee, I yearn
To greet the day
When in a single urn
This wall of clay
Round thee and me so clean compounded is
Our very specks of dust each other kiss:

While we immortal grown,
Unhampered by
This shroud of flesh and bone,
Shall dance the sky,
And soul to happy soul will sing and say
All that's too dark for night, too bright for day.