This Chasm, Sweet, upon my life — Summary

The speaker addresses someone dear, describing a deep inner wound left by loss. This chasm is so vast that sunrise drops through a crack, yet the full day inevitably follows—grief becomes a daily reality. If she hesitates or questions it, the gap yawns into a tomb where she herself lies, as if chosen by doom. The chasm once held a life, but it won’t close; instead it grows more turbulent every day. She feels tempted to stitch it shut by ending her own life, but she knows that would bring death to “Him”—perhaps the lost beloved or a divine presence that lives on in her pain. So she carries the chasm like her own burial while still breathing, waiting until life itself loses the strength to harass her. The mood is intimate and resigned, aching yet strangely tender, as if this unhealable wound is a companion she must bear out of love.