Poems (Van Vorst)/La Mort est Toujours Fidèle!
LA MORT EST TOUJOURS FIDÈLE!
Gone! . . . And steal the shadows grey Where our window shone Late with lights; too soon are they Gone.
All that Heaven won When it took you, love, away My heaven 's built upon:—
"Joy of life—Come back a day!" But the path leads on Through the night . . . Grief wakes to say "Gone!"