Since She Is No More

                                                             And I care not

If all the wealth that lies

       Beneath the sea

       Were given to me;

And all the beauty of the skies

Were mine to call my very own,

       Since her no more I see.

E’en were I placed upon a throne

With multitudes to bow before

       Me as their honored King

       Still I would cling

To one sweet memory of yore.

No wealth, no law, no pomp, no power

       Could thrust aside

       The one who died

In love’s divinest hour.

She – she, and who is “she”?

She, the heart of hearts,

       The soul of souls,

At whose soft touch all sin departs,

       And who my destiny controls

Yet, who fore’er is lost to me.

Oct. 10, ‘93

Boston Courier,

July 15, ‘94