 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
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BEREAVEMENT.
What words have I for thee o'er whom I bow,
Whose soul has reached the undiscovered land?
In densest midnight of my life I stand,—
The light which lightened it is darkened now.
Thy love cruel Death would not to me allow;
Once more went forth the inexorable command,
And in thy place he sets at my right hand
A still sad ghost, thine absence to avow.
Whose soul has reached the undiscovered land?
In densest midnight of my life I stand,—
The light which lightened it is darkened now.
Thy love cruel Death would not to me allow;
Once more went forth the inexorable command,
And in thy place he sets at my right hand
A still sad ghost, thine absence to avow.
To-day I look away from Death, and see
The bitter days thy love sustained me through;
Bright days thy love made brighter — let them be;
I move about a world I never knew—
A sunless, soulless world that knows not thee
From whose dear life my life took strength and grew.
The bitter days thy love sustained me through;
Bright days thy love made brighter — let them be;
I move about a world I never knew—
A sunless, soulless world that knows not thee
From whose dear life my life took strength and grew.
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