XXXIII

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XXXIII

Yes, call me by my pet name! let me hear

The name I used to run at, when a child,

From innocent play, and leave the cowslips plied,

To glance up in some face that proved me dear

With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear

Fond voices, which, being drawn and reconciled

Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,

Call me no longer. Silence on the bier

While I call God⁠—call God!⁠—so let thy mouth

Be heir to those who are now exanimate;

Gather the north flowers to complete the south,

And catch the early love up in the late!

Yes, call me by that name⁠—and I, in truth,

With the same heart, will answer and not wait.