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Poem by Louise Chandler Moulton

A Cry

O wanderer in unknown lands, what cheer?
How dost thou fare on thy mysterious way?
What strange light breaks upon thy distant day,
Yet leaves me lonely in the darkness here?
Oh, bide no longer in that far-off sphere:
Though all Heaven's cohorts should thy footsteps stay,
Break through their splendid, militant array,
And answer to my call, O dead and dear!

I shall not fear thee, howsoe'er thou come;
Thy coldness will not chill, though Death is cold;
A touch, and I shall know thee,--or a breath;
Speak the old, well-known language, or be dumb;
Only come back! Be near me as of old;
So thou and I shall triumph over Death! 

Louise Chandler Moulton

Louise Chandler Moulton's other poems:
  1. Love's Empty House
  2. Left Behind
  3. Future Forgiveness
  4. The Last Good-by
  5. Hic Jacet

Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • George MacDonald A Cry ("Lord, hear my discontent: all blank I stand")

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