No more thy face to see;
I sometimes idly wonder if it be
As present unto any as to me, —
A star for distance clearer!
Parted by land and tide:
In gleams that fade, in shadows that abide,
Along the mountain's ever-varying side,
Thy footstep draweth nearer.
The white snow falls in flakes
On glazing waters; but thy memory makes
A home for me amid these alien lakes,
More warm as days grow drearer.
Say, dearest, — that for me
Art as a link uniting land and sea,
Time, distance, life and death, — can any be
That, clasping hold thee nearer?