Francisco de Quvedo
Francisco de Quevedo
A Love Constant Beyond Death

THe last shade that takes from me white day
May close my eyes and may release my soul
At once, and may with flattery fullfill
The spirrits eager urge to be away

But my soul shall not the memory forsake
Of where it burn'd there on the other shore
My passions swims in waters cold, and more
The rigid law of nature still doth break

A soul which has a god entire confin'd
Veins which have given fuel to such a fire
A marrow which so gloriously has burn'd
Shall from their body, not their care, remove
Shall turn to ash, but ash which knows desire
Dust they shall be, but always dust in love