Blind are mine eyes with tears I cannot shed,
For I but feed my mind with thoughts of thee,
And stumbling in the dimness of my light,
I faint, I fall, I find reality.
Dim as the shades of night that will re-frown,
More deeply and more frankly with each changing night,
So in my heart such darkness is, and will,
Cause greater sorrow, so devoid of light.
Oh death, that thou should take one so beloved,
And leave a vacant place at hearth and home,
Unfilled in years unending, but to me,
Faint thoughts survive that he is still to come.
Two years later - July 1925
Two years have passed, and death is growing old,
That dreamless slumber of eternal years unknown,
And I have waited till the sun sets gold
Beneath a silent heaven found my own
And waiting, I watch the moving ships at sea
And think that God is very good to me.
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