Poems (Bell)/Severed
SEVERED.
(To my friend in a far-away land.)
(To my friend in a far-away land.)
Living and loving Yet ever apart.God alone knoweth The anguish of heart,Living and loving And the weary dayPasses to nothingness. Slowly away!
Living and loving Always just the same,Nothing to look to Save love that isOnly a name; Each striving the battle.Of life to win, For triumph o'er self,For victory o'er sin.
Living and loving, And your home not mine,Yet our thoughts mingle And intertwine,And the merest thought. And the faintest wordFrom you to me, love, Is understood.
How will it be On that "other shore"When life on this earth Knows us no more?Is it true that each To the other will beThe same? If this Be true, then let me live,For I know, that living, I shall meet you again,And the thought assuages A little of pain.
Living and loving I shall feel you near,Hear you whisper once more: "I love you only, dear."What does it matter We cannot sayThe words in our hearts That come from day to day?
The merest thought, And the faintest wordFrom me to yon, love, Is understood.