Poetry Archives

I know you are too dear to stay;
 You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
 To echoes of your eager feet.

I hold your words within my heart,
 So few, so infinitely dear;
Watching your fluttering hands I start
 At the corroding touch of fear.

A faint, unearthly music rings
 From you to Heaven—it is not far!
A mist about your beauty clings
 Like a thin cloud before a star.

My heart shall keep the child I knew,
 When you are really gone from me,
And spend its life remembering you
 As shells remember the lost sea.