Poems (Bell)/My Dear, Dead Love
MY DEAR, DEAD LOVE.
O dearest, sweetest, best!
My own first love!
Look down with tender
Pitying eyes from up Above!
I am so tired with this
Weary, endless strife.
The days and days of toil
Of this—called life!
This life—a living death,
With agony in every breath.
Stretch out thy hand and touch me,
You from that far land!
My own first love!
Look down with tender
Pitying eyes from up Above!
I am so tired with this
Weary, endless strife.
The days and days of toil
Of this—called life!
This life—a living death,
With agony in every breath.
Stretch out thy hand and touch me,
You from that far land!
I stretch my arms about me
But they empty fall,
Darkness is all around
Me, like a pall!
Send me some word,
Some message, O my love,
One little message
Only from Above!
I speak, you answer not.
So far away!
I call, you cannot hear
One word I say,
The only time you ever
Turned unwilling ear;
The only time I ever called
You would not hear!
But they empty fall,
Darkness is all around
Me, like a pall!
Send me some word,
Some message, O my love,
One little message
Only from Above!
I speak, you answer not.
So far away!
I call, you cannot hear
One word I say,
The only time you ever
Turned unwilling ear;
The only time I ever called
You would not hear!
Yes; I am weary, darling
With the strife.
And long so much to hear you say:
"My love, my life, my wife!"
Oh! tell me, will you meet.
Me soon, my own?
Thine be the hand to guide
Me when I come—
Am called to meet you
In (once more) our "home"?
O call me soon, O come
And take me "home" to rest,
My own true love,
O sweetest, dearest, best!
With the strife.
And long so much to hear you say:
"My love, my life, my wife!"
Oh! tell me, will you meet.
Me soon, my own?
Thine be the hand to guide
Me when I come—
Am called to meet you
In (once more) our "home"?
O call me soon, O come
And take me "home" to rest,
My own true love,
O sweetest, dearest, best!