Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Rondeaux. II. When I am goneRichard Wilton (18271903)
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The skies will wear their wonted blue;
The clouds distil the summer rain
On leafy wood and grassy plain;
And flowers will smile through morning dew.
To their old haunts, and flutter through
The boughs, nor alter one sweet strain
When I am gone.
Heedless that I ne’er come again;
Cold stars roll round in order due;
But hearts—warm hearts—perchance a few
With loving tears some cheeks will stain
When I am gone.