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4478871Poems — ApartClara Augusta Jones Trask

POEMS.


APART.
The homeless wind sweeps up the rack
  From the waste of turbid sea;
I shudder to think that dismal waste
  Lieth 'tween thee and me,
  Lieth 'tween thee and me,
And the dun earth shrouds thy breast;
But I know the verdant grass and flowers
Are tender of thy rest.

Heavily down on the eerie wind
  Beats the frozen winter rain,—
It throbs in the deep, dark forest depths
  Like a human heart in pain,
  Like a human heart in pain,
As my own throbs on to-night,
Thinking of thee in the cold and dark,
And I in the warmth and light.

Never a message cometh to me;
  Oh, how cruel it seems!
Never a word from the lost, lost one!
  Not even in midnight dreams,
  Not even in midnight dreams.
Oh, could it only be!
Send me a token! waken a thrill
Of the old-time ecstasy!

Vain it is! wild it is! I will be still.
  Dead feet never come back!
Why should they stray to the world again,
  Out of the heavenly track?
  Out of the heavenly track?
Ah, sinks my heart like a stone!
Thou art resting in paradise,—
I am wandering alone!