Would I Were There…

What doth dear Heart today this early hour?
Doth she yet weep for friend ‘neathe funeral flower?
Do thoughts of him well loved as like a brother
Leave nary space in mind for any other?
O Death, you’ve done your worst, now leave her be;
Go seek some otherwhere to plot your misery.
She’s none to do with you, so your self die,
That my sweet bird of life may sing and fly.
Would I were there to wipe away her tears,
Or, gently, soft sit quiet through the day
While Heart’s love calls up joys of yesteryears
And sings, perhaps lightly, his soul’s bright May
For her who knew him true and good and strong,
And still lives on in everlasting song.

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