Poems (Bell)/Forbodings

by Clara L. Bell

FORBODINGS.

"There was no music but his voice to hear,
 No joy but such as with his step draws near;
Light was but where he looked, life where he moved:
 Silently, fervently, thus, thus I loved."
—Hemans.

A day will come, all so dreary,
 When you will be left all alone,
You will weep and your heart will be weary
 When you realize that I am gone—
"Gone" from your sight, "gone" for'er love,
 Far from this world's earthly care:
Out of the darkness to light, love,
 From troubles you could not share.

You will think of the words I have spoken.
 Of the love I can never more prove,
You will think of a face up in Heaven
 Watching o'er you from Above;
And the world will go on just the same, love,
 And the sun just as brightly will shine,
Other lips will press yours in parting,
 Other hands will clasp yours—not mine!

The days will be plenteous with brightness,
 Other friends your laurels will share,
They'll know naught of the heart-rending sorrow,
 Or the burden of woe that yon bear.
And I know that you'll miss me, my darling!
 And long for the days of the past,
Days fraught with sunshine and gladness,
 Happy days all too bright to last.

 But—
There's a land where earth's cares and its shadows.
 Fade away in the beautiful skies,
Yes, in realms up Above, O my dear one!
 'Tis there true love never dies!