FORGOTTEN.
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To touch her dead, deaf ear,
And surge unechoed o'er her pulseless breast.
And surge unechoed o'er her pulseless breast.
The hearts which clung to her
Have sought out other shrines, as all hearts must,
When Time, the comforter,
Has worn their grief out, and replaced their trust;
Not even neglect can stir
This little handful of forgotten dust.
Have sought out other shrines, as all hearts must,
When Time, the comforter,
Has worn their grief out, and replaced their trust;
Not even neglect can stir
This little handful of forgotten dust.
Grass waves, and insects hum,
And then the snow blows bitterly across;
Strange footsteps go and come,
Breaking the dew-drops on the starry moss;
She lieth, still and dumb,
Counting no longer either gain or loss.
And then the snow blows bitterly across;
Strange footsteps go and come,
Breaking the dew-drops on the starry moss;
She lieth, still and dumb,
Counting no longer either gain or loss.
Ah, well,—'t is better so;
Let the dust deepen as the years increase;
Of her who sleeps below
Let the name perish, and the memory cease,
Since she has come to know
That which through life she vainly prayed for,—Peace!
Let the dust deepen as the years increase;
Of her who sleeps below
Let the name perish, and the memory cease,
Since she has come to know
That which through life she vainly prayed for,—Peace!
