It is not at an hour like this
We would remember those we love
As the far hills commingling kiss
That grey & sunless heaven above
All dim & chill, a time of tears
And dying hopes, & gathering fears

But I am lone and so art thou
And leagues of land between us lie
And though we moaned expiring now
One could not watch the other die
And till corruption's work was done
Neither could gaze his idol on

And well I know this cloudy close
Sealing a long dark day of gloom
Will bring o'er that soft brow's repose
A token of untimely doom
And it will droop in heart-felt pain
As though it ne'er might rise again

All pale that cheek, no fevered glow
Of longing watching waiting love
No swell of that white breast to show
How pants in hope my suffering dove
But one hand on the other laid
She sits & weeps in twilight shade