Gone! and they return no more,
But they leave a light in the heart;
The murmur of waves that kiss a shore
Will never, I know, depart.
Gone! yet with us still they stay,
And their memories throb through life;
The music that hushes or stirs to-day
is toned by their calm or strife.
Gone! and yet they never go!
We kneel at the shrine of Time:
'Tis a mystery no man may know,
Nor tell a poet's rhyme.
~Abram J. Ryan