Rudyard Kipling - "The Widower"
For a season there must be pain-
Fo a little little space
I shall lose sight of her face,
Take back the old life again
while she is at rest in her place.
For a season this pain must endure
For a little little while
I shall sigh more often than smile
'Til time shall work me a cure
And the pitiful days beguile.
For that season we must be apart,
For a little length of years,
'Til my life's last hour nears,
And, above the beat of my heart,
I hear her voice in my ears.
But I shall not understand-
Being set on some later love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,
'Til she reach me forth her hand,
Saying, 'Who bit I have the right?'
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.
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