The air is full of dawn and spring;
Outside the room I see
A swallow, like a shaft of light,
Shift sideways suddenly.
There is no room for death at all
In earth or heaven above;
He never yet believed in death
Who ever learned to love.
Build me a tomb when I am dead,
But leave a window free
That I may watch the swallow’s flight,
And spring come back to me.
Build me a tomb of steel and stone,
But leave one window free,
That I may feel the spring come back-
And you come back to me!
(John Hall Wheelock)
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