 | Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary |  |
ALL IN ALL.
More than we have been, my brother,
We must be to one another,
In our dark estate.
We are poor, and very lonely—
Love, and one another only,
We must work and wait.
We must be to one another,
In our dark estate.
We are poor, and very lonely—
Love, and one another only,
We must work and wait.
All the green and dewy splendor,
All the blossoms sweet and tender,
From the fields are gone.
In the woodland, in the mowing.
At the seedtime, at the ploughing—
We must work alone.
All the blossoms sweet and tender,
From the fields are gone.
In the woodland, in the mowing.
At the seedtime, at the ploughing—
We must work alone.
They are gone that made the brightness—
Gone, who gave our hearts their lightness;
And while life shall last,
We no more may turn our faces
Forward to the world's high places—
Our delights are past.
Gone, who gave our hearts their lightness;
And while life shall last,
We no more may turn our faces
Forward to the world's high places—
Our delights are past.
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We must plant bright flowers about them—
We must learn to live without them
In our dark estate,
And must henceforth be, my brother,
All in all to one another,
While we work and wait.
We must learn to live without them
In our dark estate,
And must henceforth be, my brother,
All in all to one another,
While we work and wait.
| Early and late poems of Alice and Phoebe Cary | |