HE left me for a foreign land: I could not even free One little tear to gem the hand That God had given me; For "I will follow soon, my dear," I laughed with girlish air, -- "The sun that cheers our pathway here Shall beam upon us there!" And so we parted. . . . Listen, God! -- I may not even free One little tear to dew the sod Where, sleeping peacefully, He waits in foreign lands -- my dear! But prophecy and prayer, -- "The sun that cheers our pathway here Shall beam upon us -- @3there!"@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WOMAN'S SHORTCOMINGS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ETHELSTAN: RUNILDA'S CHANT by GEORGE DARLEY CENTENNIAL HYMN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CONTENT; WRITTEN OFF ITHACA by ALFRED AUSTIN WRITTEN ON THE DEATH OF OUR BELOVED GENERAL STONEWALL JACKSON by CAROLINE AUGUSTA BALL LILIES: 28. NOW by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) WHAT MAKES A NATION GREAT? by ALEXANDER BLACKBURN |