EPILOG

EPILOG.
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I cannot lose thee, dearest, for thy voice
Is in the echoes of the circling winds,
Thy face in waning sunset’s darkling lights,
Thine eyes in those deep stars which on me shine,
Thy kiss within the still and holy moon,
Thine arms within the sea’s out-reaching tides,
Thy soul, beloved, since it came from God,
Lives now in every sign of thine on earth,
In every deed of love which shows Him nigh,
In every glow of deathless beauty’s birth,
Which thou hast showed in long-past days, and now
Dost show beyond the misty seas where thou dost roam.
-I cannot lose thee, by the eternal love
I bear these things, wherein thou livest for aye!
-Tracy Dickinson.