To know just how He suffered would be dear
To know if any Human eyes were near
To whom He could entrust His wavering gaze
Until it settle broad on Paradise
To know if He was patient part content
Was Dying as He thought or different
Was it a pleasant Day to die
And did the Sunshine face his way
What was His furthest mind Of Home or God
Or what the Distant say
At news that He ceased Human Nature
Such a Day
And Wishes Had He Any
Just His Sigh Accented
Had been legible to Me
And was He Confident until
Ill fluttered out in Everlasting Well
And if He spoke What name was Best
What last
What One broke off with
At the Drowsiest
Was He afraid or tranquil
Might He know
How Conscious Consciousness could grow
Till Love that was and Love too best to be
Meet and the Junction be Eternity