The Rosary Poem by Robert Cameron Rogers

The hours I spent with thee, dear heart,
   Are as a string of pearls to me;
I count them over, every one apart,
   My rosary.

Each hour a pearl, each pearl a prayer,
   To still a heart in absence wrung;
I tell each bead unto the end -- and there
   A cross is hung.

Oh, memories that bless -- and burn!
   Oh, barren gain -- and bitter loss!
I kiss each bead, and strive at last to learn
   To kiss the cross,
   Sweetheart,
   To kiss the cross.