Rob Storrs

dream cows at sundown

I live with him, I see his face;
I go no more away
For visitor, or sundown;
Death’s single privacy,



The only one forestalling mine,
And that by right that he
Presents a claim invisible,
No wedlock granted me.



I live with him, I hear his voice,
I stand alive to-day
To witness to the certainty
Of immortality



Taught me by Time, —the lower way,
Conviction every day,—
That life like this is endless,
Be judgement what it may.