James Whitcomb Riley

(7 October 1849 - 22 July 1916 / Greenfield, Indiana)

Away - Poem by James Whitcomb Riley

I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead- . He is just away!

With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand
He has wandered into an unknown land,

And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.

And you- O you, who the wildest yearn
For the old-time step and the glad return- ,

Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here;

And loyal still, as he gave the blows
Of his warrior-strength to his country's foes- .

Mild and gentle, as he was brave- ,
When the sweetest love of his life he gave

To simple things- : Where the violets grew
Blue as the eyes they were likened to,

The touches of his hands have strayed
As reverently as his lips have prayed:

When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred
Was dear to him as the mocking-bird;

And he pitied as much as a man in pain
A writhing honey-bee wet with rain- .

Think of him still as the same, I say:
He is not dead- he is just away!

Topic(s) of this poem: death

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,053 Points Thabani Khumalo (6/16/2015 9:08:00 AM)

    I have a vision to write like this, only if god would bless me enough to.y (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 9, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, November 28, 2014

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