Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Rondeaux. III. He does not comeCharles Dent Bell (18191898)
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From sombre eve to morning grey;
Either my voice he cannot hear
In that untroubled happier sphere,
Or cannot force to me his way.
The dead revisit realms of day,
Or ever to our sight appear,—
He does not come!
What on his heart I pleased to lay;
And if he heard, he would stand here
Before me in the moonlight clear,
Though only for an hour his stay,—
He does not come!