He and She : Part 3 See now I will listen with soul, not ear. What was the secret of dying, dear? Was it the infinite wonder of all That you ever could let life's flower fall; Or was it a greater marvel to feel The perfect calm o'er the agony steal? Was the miracle greater to find how deep Beyond all dreams sank downward that sleep? Did life roll back its records, dear; And show, as they say it does, past things clear? And was it the innermost part of the bliss To find out so, what a wisdom love is?