Till Death My Loves

When all my substance needs not breath of air
And eyes devolve into the depths of night
Would grace of her divine renew me there-
Between love's cast and love's eternal sight?
No sweeter seraph could deliver mine
If the archangel flew to me herself!
Nor sacred words resaid of love divine
When earthly lips proclaimed of love ourself.
In tiny carriage shall my sweetheart bring
Our cherub, stilled at birth but there shall live,
On gilded hands my child shall hear me sing:
Oh babe dad loves you so and love shall give

Beyond my death and far as far need be!
Where yonder loves do glow, let too find me.