Me prove it now —Whoever doubt
Me stop to prove it —now —
Make haste —the Scruple! Death be scant
For Opportunity —
The River reaches to my feet —
As yet —My Heart be dry —
Oh Lover —Life could not convince —
Might Death —enable Thee —
The River reaches to My Breast —
Still —still —My Hands above
Proclaim with their remaining Might —
Dost recognize the Love?
The River reaches to my Mouth —
Remember —when the Sea
Swept by my searching eyes —the last —
Themselves were quick —with Thee!