No voice comes back: the silence of the tomb Is just as faithful as its awful gloom; But this I know, of there I find you not, No flowers for me in Paradise will bloom.
Then You Will Know
I feel you never, never yet have understood How tenderly I’ve loved you all these years,
And never will my heart’s full meaning know Until beside my bed the mourner’s tears
Shall fill your eyes, and kneeling at my side You kiss the lips so white but damp and cold
In death’s possession, and the hands that toiled So tenderly and long in yours you hold.
Then, Sweetheart dear, the olden days will come
Like phantom images that haunt the soul
In other lands: then every olden kiss And every smile new charm for you will hold.
And when the silent lips will answer not Your pleading call, know well that from the land
Whence I have gone, I'll love you even more; Then once for all, I know, you’ll understand.
