If skies were rolled away, like parchment scroll,
And stars faded as in an ended dream,
And world expires, after the bells would toll,
And moon dissolves with not a chunk to gleam;
But should an asteroid be left around,
On which by chance, I might yet safely land,
Hoping, that there you also might be found,
I will ask nothing more, but hold your hand;
Apocalypse though or not, here I am,
Right by your side, my heart upon your palm,
And should this body prove only a sham,
My spirit take, to medicate as balm;
......For it will last being ethereal,
......Though body of mine is corporeal.
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