I

To One Beloved

What is love beyond the grave?
Is it memory or dust?
Is it spectral -- is it brave?
Has it still an ought and must?

Is it fluid? Conscienceless?
Is it universal -- pure?
Has it hands nor heart to bless?
Has it courage to endure?

Does it cherish -- does it care?
Does it smile upon our pain?
Has it only wings and air
Where a weary head has lain?

I but vaguely have inferred --
Is it you and is it me?
Or are theme and phrasing blurred
In unrhymed obscurity?

II

(Then the answer)

Amor Vincit Omnia

Death conquers All,
Love conquers Death,
   The Conqueror --