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.