Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
‘Go away, Death’Alfred Austin (1835–1913)
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You have come too soon.
To sunshine and song I but just awaken,
And the dew on my heart is undried and unshaken;
Come back at noon.
What a short reprieve!
The mists of the morning have vanished, I roam
Through a world bright with wonder, and feel it home;
Come back at eve.
See, it still is light.
Over earth broods a quiet more blissful than glee,
And the beauty of sadness lies low on the sea;
Come back at night.
I no more would stay.
The night-owl hath silenced the linnet and lark,
And the wailing of wisdom sounds sad in the dark;
Take me away.