Poems (Follen)/Thou art gone far away

by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen

THOU ART GONE FAR AWAY.

Thou art gone far away, far away;
O, thou art gone far away,
 And left me all alone!
Thou wert too good to dwell below;
 With angels thou art gone,
To mix thy own pure thoughts with theirs,
 And left me here alone.

Thou lookedst like a lily,
 All in its prime cut down;
A smile was on thy death-cold face,
 When I was left alone.

No form so fair and bonny
 Did Death e'er call his own;
And heaven smiled on its sweetest saint,
 When I was left alone.

But thee I soon will follow.
 Beneath the cold, gray stone;
Thou 'st left me naught to covet here,
 And I am all alone.
O, thou art gone away, far away;
O, thou art gone far away,
 And left me here alone.