Poems (Hooper)/After the War
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AFTER THE WAR.
Fear thou not reproach or blame,
All our love is at an end;
Yes, your lover died to-day,
When I saw you shrink away:
Here remaineth but a friend.
All our love is at an end;
Yes, your lover died to-day,
When I saw you shrink away:
Here remaineth but a friend.
I have only one arm left,
Not enough to hold you fast;
Deeply, too, my brow is scarred,
And my cheek was sadly marred
By the shot that through it passed.
Not enough to hold you fast;
Deeply, too, my brow is scarred,
And my cheek was sadly marred
By the shot that through it passed.
I would shame your parlor, dear,
With this marred and mournful brow,
And this coat, with empty sleeve.
I could scarcely, I believe,
Dance with grace the "German" now.
With this marred and mournful brow,
And this coat, with empty sleeve.
I could scarcely, I believe,
Dance with grace the "German" now.
I am but a useless wreck.
Once a hope before me beamed
Of a meeting—not like this—
O the clasp and O the kiss
That I dreamed of—only dreamed!
Once a hope before me beamed
Of a meeting—not like this—
O the clasp and O the kiss
That I dreamed of—only dreamed!
Take my hand, but speak no word,
Let the silence round us flow.
We shall never meet again,
In the sunshine or the rain,
All is over—let us go.
Let the silence round us flow.
We shall never meet again,
In the sunshine or the rain,
All is over—let us go.