FULL soon I shall be gone, where dead men go, -- Gone on, beyond your ken, far out of sight -- To that dim, phantom world that no stars light; Where souls like pallid flames flit to and fro, Where Love is not, nor memory of Woe, And no voice pleads through that eternal night; Dumb are those souls, and dead is their delight, They need no courage, since no fear they know. If a sad ghost should seem to bar your way, Think not from that vague world that I return; 'T will be but moonlight silvering some spray. I shall not hear you, howso'er you yearn; Yet if your cry could follow my far track, I think from bane or bliss I should come back. |