Bent with cares of bygone years,
Lonely, weeping hidden tears,
Fearful, lest the Maker know
That its heart is aching so
--In parting.
Calmly watching rising sun
Patient, till the day is done
Then lo! As night grows old and chilled
Restless, empty arms are stilled
-- Forever.
By Aurelia Cor Keefe, creator of
"Verse and Visions of Our Mountain",
and author of many other lovely poems.