A Tryst

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I looked upon her marble face,
   Upon her lips I pressed a prayer.
For me, ah, not for you, the grace,
   You were not there, You were not there.

I see the stars shine cold and red,
   I look into the unbounded air;
Yet this was all their shining said:
   You were not there, you were not there.

So, oftentimes when it has happed
   That those who loved are torn apart;
When the tense silver cord has snapped
   That held us loving, heart to heart.

We cry: Oh dear one, where art thou?
   In all God’s universe of space,
Shall not the Love eternal show
   To you and me some trysting place?

This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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