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The Silence of Love

By Edmond Holmes

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[“Wilt thou be mine when death has set us free]

Wilt thou be mine when death has set us free,
Mine and mine only, mine for evermore?”
Poor earth-born dream of love's eternity!—
Not this the Heaven to which my heart would soar.
'Tis freedom not possession that I crave,—
Freedom to love thee without let or bar,
To find new heights of love beyond the grave,
To pour forth waves of love anew, afar.
'Tis freedom, not possession that I prize,—
Freedom to know thee as indeed thou art,

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To see thy spirit with unclouded eyes,
To feel its beauty throbbing through my heart;
And, as its glory grows upon my sight,
To learn that light is love, that love is light.