Dear Departed....

[S.H.Virk]

DEAR DEPARTED....



AS those we love decay, we die in part,
String after string is sever'd from the heart;
Till loosen'd life, at last but breathing clay,
Without one pang is glad to fall away.

Unhappy he who latest feels the blow!
Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low,
Dragg'd ling'ring on from partial death to death,
Till, dying, all he can resign is—breath.

[S.H.Virk]

IN the pain, in the loneliness of love,
To the heart of my sweet I fled.
I knocked at the door of her living heart,
“Let in—let in—” I said.

“What seek you here?” the voices cried,
“You seeker among the dead”—
“Herself I seek, herself I seek,
Let in—let in!” I said.

They opened the door of her living heart,
But the core thereof was dead.
They opened the core of her living heart—
A worm at the core there fed.

“Where is my sweet, where is my sweet?”
“She is gone away, she is fled.
Long years ago she fled away,
She will never return,” they said.