AS the shadows filled the room with peace, We spoke of our absent friends: How some were dead and some were sped To the far-away earth ends. And by some magic of yearning hearts, The lost seemed warm and near; Yes, loved so much we could almost touch Their hands and feel them here. And when the lamps were lit, and speech Waxed merrier, yet the place Felt strangely bare, and each one there Missed some beloved face. |