For works with similar titles, see My Love.
MY LOVE.
My Love! how much I miss her
No heart but hers can know,
Earth seems like some strange planet
Since she was called to go.
No heart but hers can know,
Earth seems like some strange planet
Since she was called to go.
It was here that last we parted,
The fields were all in bloom,
The daisies were so many
They seemed to scarce have room.
The fields were all in bloom,
The daisies were so many
They seemed to scarce have room.
The orchards I remember
Were gay beneath their load,
They now stand bare and desolate
Beside the frosty road.
Were gay beneath their load,
They now stand bare and desolate
Beside the frosty road.
The oak by which we lingered
On those fair Summer eves,
Is now bent low with crystals
Instead of glossy leaves.
On those fair Summer eves,
Is now bent low with crystals
Instead of glossy leaves.
The little brook that rippled
And sung by yonder hill,
Lies now in ice-bound silence,
Its banks all bleak and still.
And sung by yonder hill,
Lies now in ice-bound silence,
Its banks all bleak and still.
The flowers we used to gather
Are hidden neath the mould,
No more the soft breeze whispers
To bid their buds unfold.
Are hidden neath the mould,
No more the soft breeze whispers
To bid their buds unfold.
In the dark earth they tarry
Till God shall summon them,
To rise again in beauty
And cheer the hearts of men.
Till God shall summon them,
To rise again in beauty
And cheer the hearts of men.
And I, too, wait His summons
When I my Love shall meet,
Where love and life are endless
And joy shall be complete.
When I my Love shall meet,
Where love and life are endless
And joy shall be complete.