He Is Not Dead
I CANNOT SAY, AND I will not say that
he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the
hand, He has wandered into
an unknown land,
And left us dreaming how very fair it
needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you - oh, you, who the wildest yearn,
for an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear, In the love
of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say, he is
not dead - he is just away.