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A COMFORT.
I somehow do not love the world as well,
Now that dear Maudie is not here with me.
I think the same old sweetness does not dwell
Anywhere just as it was wont to be.
Now that dear Maudie is not here with me.
I think the same old sweetness does not dwell
Anywhere just as it was wont to be.
Sometimes it seems as if the light winds said,
When I take walks alone in field or lane:—
“Maudie 's asleep, with lilies round her head,
Asleep, and will not ever awake again.”
When I take walks alone in field or lane:—
“Maudie 's asleep, with lilies round her head,
Asleep, and will not ever awake again.”
And sometimes, when a great gold bee flits by,
Strange words seem spoken in his cheerful hum
“The lands are all so glossy-green—the sky
So beautiful; why does n't Maudie come?”
Strange words seem spoken in his cheerful hum
“The lands are all so glossy-green—the sky
So beautiful; why does n't Maudie come?”
And often, very often, I have dreams—
Wide-awake dreams, by day—of how she sees
The flashes of the buttercups, the gleams
Of swallows and the white-flowered elder-trees.
Wide-awake dreams, by day—of how she sees
The flashes of the buttercups, the gleams
Of swallows and the white-flowered elder-trees.
And that she walks, an angel, by my side,
And loves me just as in those other hours
When she would call herself my little bride,
And I would make her wreaths of elder-flowers.
And loves me just as in those other hours
When she would call herself my little bride,
And I would make her wreaths of elder-flowers.
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This is my comfort. For if she prefers
To leave God's Heaven and join me here, sweet pet,
Surely some day when I wear wings like hers,
We shall be dearer friends than ever yet.
To leave God's Heaven and join me here, sweet pet,
Surely some day when I wear wings like hers,
We shall be dearer friends than ever yet.
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