Song #8. Poem by Robert Crawford

I wonder if, when done with
Is all earth's pain and care,
When we at length are one with
The Dead, and with them bear
Our part in the new life that
Is now beyond our ken —
If we shall then remember
Our loves, or love again.
Will, when the flesh is over
And all its needs are gone,
The souls of loved and lover
As in a dream love on?
Or will they live, but mingle
No more in the new sphere,
As they had done for ever
With all that they were here?
Will father then and mother,
Or lover then and friend,
Be nothing to each other
When here we make an end
Of all that we have lived for?
Or shall our sprites above
Indeed attain themselves in
The entity of love?