XXXIII

Yes, call me by my pet name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices, which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier
While I call God⁠—call God!⁠—so let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate;
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late!
Yes, call me by that name⁠—and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.