My Hope
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My Hope.

You came into the shadow of my grief
(A lovely vision radiating light);
Your passing was as soulful and as brief
As winds among the forest pines at night.

Yet tho' you've passed my dwelling-place so rude
(Have verged into the distances afar)
Sometimes I see above my solitude
Your mem'ry like a radiant evening star.

Sometimes I feel, O vision, you will come
(As some new dawn that o'er dark hills doth break)
Unto my heart, a rude tho' ready home,
And will its silence into music shake.

October, 1915.



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