Inherit and bequeath

Our far-begotten beauty. We are wed

With many kindred who were seeming dead.

Only the delicate woven shrouds

Are vanished, beauty thrown aside

To honor and uncover

A deeper beauty—as the veil that slips

Breathless away between a lover

And his bride.

So, by the body, may the soul surmise

The beauty of surrender, the tranquillity

Of fusion: when, set free

From semblance of mortality,

Yielding its dust the richer to endue

A common avenue

Of earth for other souls to journey through,

It shall put on in purer guise

The mutual beauty of its destiny.

And who shall fear for his identity

And who shall cling to the poor privacy

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