Missing Poem by Sarah Orne Jewett

Missing



You walked beside me, quick and free;
    With lingering touch you grasped my hand;
Your eyes looked laughingly in mine;
    And now—I can not understand.

I long for you, I mourn for you,
    Through all the dark and lonely hours.
Heavy the weight the pallmen lift,
    And cover silently with flowers.

Friday, September 3, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: flowers,lonely
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