THOU too art gone, and yet I hardly know Why thou didst care to go: Thou wert so well at heart, so spirit-clear, So heavenly-calm, though here; But thus it is; and, it would seem, no more Can we, who on the shore Of the loud world still walk, escape the din, And lie awhile within The quiet sunlight of thy filmless mind And rise refreshed, refined; Yet am I mild and tempered in my grief, Having a sure relief; -- For these dear hours on life's dull length were sprent, By rarest accident, And @3now@1 I have thee by me when I will, Hear thy wise words, and fill My soul with thy calm looks; @3now@1 I can tame Ill thoughts by thy mere name. Death, the Divorcer, has united us With bands impervious To any tooth of Time, for they are wove Of the same texture as an Angel's Love. |