Such word alone were fit for only thee,
⁠If his and thine have met
⁠Where spirits rise and set,
His whom we see not, thine whom scarce we see:

⁠His there new‑born, as thou
⁠New‑born among us now;
⁠His, here so fruitful‑souled,
⁠Now veiled and silent here,
⁠Now dumb as thou last year,
⁠A ghost of one year old:
If lights that change their sphere in changing meet,
⁠Some ray might his not give
⁠To thine who wast to live,
And make thy present with his past life sweet?

⁠Let dreams that laugh or weep,
⁠All glad and sad dreams, sleep;
⁠Truth more than dreams is dear.