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AT THY GRAVE, by                    
First Line: At thy grass-grown grave I kneel
Last Line: Where and when now will we meet?
Subject(s): Death; Longing; Dead, The


AT thy grass-grown grave I kneel,
As the night's shades round me steal,
Dost thou know me, darling, near?
Canst thou see my tearless grief,
O'er our year of bliss so brief,
Comes my sorrow to thine ear?

Blossoms watch'd with tend'rest care
In Life's Garden, deem'd so fair,
Wither'd lie beneath my feet;
And from leafy bower and shade
All the summer birds are fled --
Hush'd their love-lays pure and sweet.

Love of mine, for thee no more
Shines the sun on sea or shore,
Sings the lark his merry lay;
Where thou art, nor voice, nor song,
Breaks the silence deep and long
O'er thee, sweet, by night and day.

From that far off home of thine
Wilt thou, love, revisit mine,
Shadow'd now, and lone, and drear?
Come amid day's toil and flight,
Come in dreamings of the night,
With thy smile and voice to cheer.

Mine is now a lonesome way,
Sunless all the summer day,
And at night, within my cot,
Books and music scatter'd round,
Yet nor footstep, voice, or sound
Greet me, meet me, cheer my lot.

At thy grave I linger still,
Night winds moaning on the hill,
Sear'd leaves falling at my feet;
Home was Heaven a year ago,
Thy love, Mary, made it so.
Where and when now will we meet?





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