If I should wake to find you gone, I would
Not grieve for long, my Dear, nor would I
weep —
How great your peace and tolerance — I could
Not make you sad when you — so tired —
would sleep.
I’d miss you, ah how much! Perhaps you
know —
The frozen creek, the wind-drenched stars,
the sky,
The hills — not one could say; nor could the
snow
That floats as softly down as feathers fly.
You’d come to me in sun and wind and rain —
You’d love and comfort me — I know that
then
There’d be no longing nor from heartache,
pain.
For you have said that we shall live again.
Dear Heart, I’d dance and throw you kisses
three;
As even now we would fast comrades be.
This piece was first published in Issue 1 of The Keynote, an early student journal, in November 1928.