Madison Julius Cawein

Beyond

1

Hangs stormed with stars the night,
 Deep over deep,
A majesty, a might,
 To feel and keep.

2

Ah! what is such and such,
 Love, canst thou tell?
That shrinks - though 'tis not much -
 To weep farewell.

3

That hates the dawn and lark;
 Would have the wail, -
Sobbed through the ceaseless dark, -
 O' the nightingale.

4

Yes, earth, thy life were worth
 Not much to me,
Were there not after earth
 Eternity.

5

God gave thee life to keep -
 And what hath life? -
Love, faith, and care, and sleep
 Where dreams are rife.

6

Death's sleep, whose shadows start
 The tears in eyes
Of love, that fill the heart
 That breaks and dies.

7

And faith is never given
 Without some care,
That leadeth us to heaven
 By ways of prayer.

8

The nightingale and dark
 Are thine then here;
Beyond, the light and lark
 Eternal there.