we'll meet up

Of all who hail thy presence as the morning
Of all to whom thine absence is the night
The blotting utterly from out high heaven
The sacred sun
of all who, weeping, bless thee
Hourly for hope
for life
ah, above all,
For the resurrection of deep buried faith
In truth, in virtue, in humanity
of all who, on despair's unhallowed bed
Lying down to die, have suddenly arisen
At thy soft-murmured words, "Let there be light!"
At thy soft-murmured words that were fulfilled
In the seraphic glancing of thine eyes
Of all who owe thee most, whose gratitude
Nearest resembles worship,
oh, remember
The truest, the most fervently devoted,
And think that these weak lines are written by him
By him who, as he pens them, thrills to think
His spirit is communing with an angel's


-Edgar Allan poe-