Part 2 — A TRYST
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I will not break the tryst, my dear, That we have kept so long, Though winter and its snows are here, And I've no heart for song.
You went into the voiceless night; Your path led far away. Did you forget me, Heart's Delight, As night forgets the day?
Sometimes I think that you would speak If still you held me dear; But space is vast, and I am weak— Perchance I do not hear.
Surely, howe'er remote the star Your wandering feet may tread, When I shall pass the sundering bar Our souls must still be wed.
Louise Chandler Moulton [1835-1908]