. Poems of faith, hope, and love. IN ABSENCE. Watch her kindly, stars:From the sweet protecting skiesFollow her with tender eyes,Look so lovingly that sheCannot choose but think of me : Watch her kindly, stars! Soothe her sweetly, night:On her eyes, oerwearied, pressThe tired lids with light caress ;Let that shadowy hand of thineEver in her dreams seem mine: Soothe her sweetly, night! Wake her gently, morn :Let the notes of early birdsSeem like loves melodious words;Every pleasant sound, my dear,When she stirs from sleep should hear Wake her gently, morn ! 160 IN ABSENCE. Kiss her softly, wind
. Poems of faith, hope, and love. IN ABSENCE. Watch her kindly, stars:From the sweet protecting skiesFollow her with tender eyes,Look so lovingly that sheCannot choose but think of me : Watch her kindly, stars! Soothe her sweetly, night:On her eyes, oerwearied, pressThe tired lids with light caress ;Let that shadowy hand of thineEver in her dreams seem mine: Soothe her sweetly, night! Wake her gently, morn :Let the notes of early birdsSeem like loves melodious words;Every pleasant sound, my dear,When she stirs from sleep should hear Wake her gently, morn ! 160 IN ABSENCE. Kiss her softly, winds:Softly, that she may not missAny sweet, accustomed bliss ;On her lips, her eyes, her face,Till I come to take your place, Kiss and kiss her, winds!. P^ MORNING AND AFTERNOON. Fair girl, the light of whose morning keeps The flush of its dawning glow,Do you ask why that faded woman weeps Whose sun is sinking low? You look to the future, on, above, She only looks to the past;You are dreaming your first sweet dream of love, And she has dreamed her last. You watch for feet that are yet to treadWith yours, on a pleasant track ; She hears but the echoes dull and dreadOf feet that come not back. You are passing up the flowery slope. She left so long ago;Your rainbows shine through the drops of hope, And hers through the drops of woe. Your night in its visions glides awayAnd at morn you live them oer; From her dreams by night and dreams by dayShe has waked to dream no 162 MORNING AND AFTERNOON. You are reaching forth with spirit glad To hopes that are still untried;She is burying the hopes she had, That have slipped from her arms and died. You think of the good, for you in store Which the future yet wil! send;While she, she knows i
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