CLOSE, CLOSE BY AIDENN’S HAPPY PORTALS
Close, close by Aidenn’s happy portals
My tent is pitched forevermore,[2]
Through which to join the bright immortals,
My loved and lost have gone before.
In noontide trance and starry dream
Their forms transfigured oft I see;
Though Death’s cold river flows between,
Their gentle whispers come to me.