Light in Darkness

Soon will our little, precious life be flown;
Its varied hours of sun and wind and rain
And loveliness, returning not again
Like magic from enchanted islands blown—
The day of Out delight will have its end;
Its moments, scattered wide, will fall apart
Like faded rose-leaves from the flower's dead heart,
When each alone to darkness we descend.
Often I fear lest in the shadowed way,
Parted, and wandering through eternity,
e may not meet again, and memory
May fail our eyes, that we forget to-day—
Yet one clear light still shines the darkness through:
I have known all things lovely, knowing you.

—M.P.P.