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.
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:—
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!"
But the path leads on
Through the night . . . Grief wakes to say
"Gone!"