 | Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge |  |
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DEATH IN LIFE.
She sitteth there a mourner,
With her dead before her eyes;
Flushed with the hues of life is he
And quick are his replies.
Often his warm hand touches hers;
Brightly his glances fall;
And yet, in this wide world, is she
The loneliest of all.
With her dead before her eyes;
Flushed with the hues of life is he
And quick are his replies.
Often his warm hand touches hers;
Brightly his glances fall;
And yet, in this wide world, is she
The loneliest of all.
Some mourners feel their dead return
In dreams, or thoughts at even;
Ah, well for them their best-beloved
Are faithful still in heaven!
But woe to her whose best-beloved,
Though dead, still lingers near;
So far away when by her side,
He cannot see nor hear.
In dreams, or thoughts at even;
Ah, well for them their best-beloved
Are faithful still in heaven!
But woe to her whose best-beloved,
Though dead, still lingers near;
So far away when by her side,
He cannot see nor hear.
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With heart intent, he comes, he goes
In busy ways of life.
His gains and chances fill his thoughts;
His hours with joy are rife.
Careless he greets her day by day,
Nor thinks of words once said.—
Oh, would that love could live again,
Or her heart give up its dead!
In busy ways of life.
His gains and chances fill his thoughts;
His hours with joy are rife.
Careless he greets her day by day,
Nor thinks of words once said.—
Oh, would that love could live again,
Or her heart give up its dead!
| Poems and verses by Mary Mapes Dodge | |