Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3903, 2 July 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

GONE AWAY.

I will not think of tbee as cold and dead, ■ Low-tying in the grave that I can see, I would not stand beside when life had fled And left thy body only there for me. I never saw thee with pale arms crossed On that unbeating heart that was mm own, They only told me all that I had lost When from thy breast thy lovely soul had flown. Thou wert not that! and so I turned away, Andjleffc the house when other mourners stayed; Nor did I come on that unhappy day When in the tomb that dreadful thing wai laid. To me thou art not dead, but gone an hour Into.another country fair and sweet, Where tbou ahalt by some undiscovered power, S^ Be kept in youth and beauty tilhwe meet. Thus, I can feel that any given day I could rejoin thee, gone awhile before To Foreign climes, to pass dull weeks away By wandering on the broad Atlantic <shore ; Where each long wave that breaks upon the; :, sand , Bears thee a message from me waiting here, And every breath Spring breathes across the land Seems as a eiga that thou art lingering near. So I will think of thee as liviDg there, And I will keep tbj grave in sweetest bloom As if thou gavedst a garden to my care E'er thou departed from our English gloom. Then, when my day is done, and I, too, die, Twill be as if I journeyed to thy side; And when all quiet we together lie, We Bhall not know that we have ever died. — All the Year Round.