Here you will find the Poem Love Sonnet LVIII of poet Zora Bernice May Cross
Do not surcharge our souls with that vile blame To which our bodies are subjected here; Nor heap them with the horror of dull fear Base-borrowed from a life of torpid shame. But let them linger like a lovely flame Above the clay to which they must cohere, Lighting the earthly to the heavenly sphere To meet the mystery from which they came. As midnight drinks a message from the moon And morning takes her orders from the sun, So let our bodies to our souls submit And live for ever in their still high-noon, Where morn and midnight gather into one, And only angels on their missions flit.
