Prevision

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.