Menken, Adah Isaacs
Yet through all this I know that night will roll back50from the still, gray plain of heaven, and that my triumph
shall rise sweet with the dawn!
When these mortal mists shall unclother the world, then
shall I be known as I am!
When I dare be dead and buried behind a wall of
wings, then shall he know me!
When this world shall fall, like some old ghost, wrapped
in the black skirts of the wind, down into the fathomless
eternity of fire, then shall souls uprise!
When God shall lift the frozen seal from struggling
voices, then shall we speak!
When the purple-and-gold of our inner natures shall
be lighted up in the Eternity of Truth, then will love be
I can wait.