He is not dead. They do not know, <br />Who pity her, her secret ease, <br />How he is near her, how they go, <br />Her hand in his. <br /> <br />The last sad parting now is done. <br />She can look back as from afar <br />And pity her whose dearest one <br />Went to the War. <br /> <br />Now he is with her every day; <br />There is no salt dividing sea. <br />She leans on him in the old way, <br />Her staff is he. <br /> <br />The folk as they come in and out <br />Wonder at her pale joy: the while <br />She in the lightest fear or doubt <br />Turns to his smile.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-last-parting/
