Non Omnis Moriar

INTO the fabric of my life
Thy life is twined;
Within my heart’s most secret place
Thy heart enshrined;
The thought that strikes along my brain
Is from thy mind.

So shall it be when thou art gone
Into the dark.
Amid the embers of my life
Thy spirit’s spark
Shall glow, and I shall hear thy thought,
Listen, and mark.