Bereft
Within my heart there stands a vacant throne;
I set a King there not so long ago,
The shadow of a man who did not know
He was beloved—I sought it there alone,
This silent image that was all my own . . .
But one day someone whispered to me low
"Behold! dear, he is dead whom you loved so" . . .
And now the speechless shadow too has flown:
I set a King there not so long ago,
The shadow of a man who did not know
He was beloved—I sought it there alone,
This silent image that was all my own . . .
But one day someone whispered to me low
"Behold! dear, he is dead whom you loved so" . . .
And now the speechless shadow too has flown:
Within my heart there stands an Angel—dumb,
With large eyes full of tears, that never close
By day nor night, and "Memory" is her name.
With large eyes full of tears, that never close
By day nor night, and "Memory" is her name.
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