 | The violet crown by Sir Rennell Rodd |  |
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THE SILENT PRESENCE
Spring brings us back the nightingales,
But one of all her voices fails.
Could we that stay behind but know
The journey that our loved ones go,
And if our longing be not vain
To bring their presence near again!
But one of all her voices fails.
Could we that stay behind but know
The journey that our loved ones go,
And if our longing be not vain
To bring their presence near again!
I must believe this April mirth
Still moves you, lover of the earth,
To haunt familiar pathways yet
And feel how little we forget.
Still, happy spirit, freed by death,
I think you breathe the violet's breath,
Or lean against the song-bird's breast
To watch the secret of the nest,
And clasped in nature's warm embrace
See all things nearer face to face;
A consciousness without the strife,
A soul without the pain of life.
Still moves you, lover of the earth,
To haunt familiar pathways yet
And feel how little we forget.
Still, happy spirit, freed by death,
I think you breathe the violet's breath,
Or lean against the song-bird's breast
To watch the secret of the nest,
And clasped in nature's warm embrace
See all things nearer face to face;
A consciousness without the strife,
A soul without the pain of life.
| The violet crown by Sir Rennell Rodd | |