I LIVE with him, I see his face;
        I go no more away
For visitor, or sundown;
        Death's single privacy,

The only one forestaling mine,
        And that by right that he
Presents a claim invisible,
        No wedlock granted me.

I live with him, I hear his voice,
        I stand alive to-day
To witness to the certainty
        Of immortality

Taught me by Time, -- the lower way,
        Conviction every day, --
That life like this is endless,
        Be judgment what it may.