 | Poems of affection by Ella Wheeler Wilcox |  |
54
ONE OF OUR DAYS
This is one of our days, dear heart,
Of scents and sounds and weather;
And everything speaks of the old earth ways
When we two were together.
In spite of my knowing your spirit is near,
As you over and over declare it,
I want your face, and your voice, and your touch
In the old earth way—oh, I want them so much!
It is all I can do to bear it.
Of scents and sounds and weather;
And everything speaks of the old earth ways
When we two were together.
In spite of my knowing your spirit is near,
As you over and over declare it,
I want your face, and your voice, and your touch
In the old earth way—oh, I want them so much!
It is all I can do to bear it.
I was a desolate soul so long
After your flight to heaven:
And then the Universe broke into song
Because of your messages given.
And now I never more feel alone;
You have said, and I must believe you,
That ever your spirit dwells near in Space.
Yet to-day for your touch, and your voice, and your face
I am weeping, dear, though it grieve you.
After your flight to heaven:
And then the Universe broke into song
Because of your messages given.
And now I never more feel alone;
You have said, and I must believe you,
That ever your spirit dwells near in Space.
Yet to-day for your touch, and your voice, and your face
I am weeping, dear, though it grieve you.
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Oh, often I feel I am quite content
To let you be living in glory;
For the things you have told me since you went
Make life a beautiful story.
And the time, at longest, cannot be long
Ere we are again together;
But I want you now in the dear earth ways!
For this is one of our old sweet days
Of scents and sounds and weather.
To let you be living in glory;
For the things you have told me since you went
Make life a beautiful story.
And the time, at longest, cannot be long
Ere we are again together;
But I want you now in the dear earth ways!
For this is one of our old sweet days
Of scents and sounds and weather.
I know I shadow the light of your soul
Whenever I fall to weeping:
And I shadow my own clear sight of the goal
When storms go over me sweeping.
But this is one of our days, dear heart,
Old memories all are waking;
And I want you back as you used to be,
To clasp, and to touch, and to hear, and to see.
Oh, dearest, my heart is breaking!
Whenever I fall to weeping:
And I shadow my own clear sight of the goal
When storms go over me sweeping.
But this is one of our days, dear heart,
Old memories all are waking;
And I want you back as you used to be,
To clasp, and to touch, and to hear, and to see.
Oh, dearest, my heart is breaking!
| Poems of affection by Ella Wheeler Wilcox | |