You walked beside me, quick and free; <br /> With lingering touch you grasped my hand; <br />Your eyes looked laughingly in mine; <br /> And now—I can not understand. <br /> <br />I long for you, I mourn for you, <br /> Through all the dark and lonely hours. <br />Heavy the weight the pallmen lift, <br /> And cover silently with flowers.<br /><br />Sarah Orne Jewett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-94/
