I know you are too dear to stay; You are so exquisitely sweet: My lonely house will thrill some day To echoes of your eager feet.
I hold your words within my heart, So few, so infinitely dear; Watching your fluttering hands I start At the corroding touch of fear.
A faint, unearthly music rings From you to Heaven — it is not far! A mist about your beauty clings Like a thin cloud before a star.
My heart shall keep the child I knew, When you are really gone from me, And spend its life remembering you As shells remember the lost sea.