My Dearest Ellen

Tomorrow is uncertain as the hour, Whilst each minute pulses borrowed time, And breathes, seconds closer to my rest, I praise thy living love, nestled in my breast. Attend, knells a distant wistful tolling; Forsooth, only thy love can disavow, So phantoms lose their ghostly grasp on me, To lend a moment, nay eternity; And if time becomes a gauzy mist, Upon a hearkened final fading beat; Remember all you were to me that hour, Blooms more beautiful, than any flower. My love, my love, a moment shall I dream, Til midst the stars, I reminisce agleam.