I cannot say, and I will not say
That she is dead- . She is just away!
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand
She has wandered into an unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you- O you, who the wildest yearn
For the old-time step and the glad return- Think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here;
Mild and gentle, as she was brave- ,
When the sweetest love of her life she gave
Think of her still as the same, I say:
She is not dead- she is just away.
Bev
1st December 2018