Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:...
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Come to me in the silence of the night; O dream how sweet, too... |
Dear Lord, let me recount to Thee It was not I that cared for Thee,— And... |
The Year stood at its equinox, She wore a kerchief on her neck,... |
The Flesh “Sweet, thou art sad.” |
Does the road wind up hill all the way? But is there for the night a resting-place? |