Debt Poem by Oliver .........

My endeared heart
Vows in absence now,
Remembering pulse and flesh
And the heart eternal within,
A part of me burning and burning!

My love has entered a depth
Pale like grave; -
What endures the storm as a tree
Is an immortal hand,
A sign that portends eternity.

My love's a pact,
Endless sounds of the throat
That I send out from tryst
Of the soul found well-kempt.

At your grave, my sweet flame,
The immortal acceptance burns.
A white shower trembling through
The morning of red-roses!

Are you this marble?
These flowers? weight of the
Stretching flesh and the soul
You're ensconced perhaps by stones,
But take this too, a due debt!