WHERE?

Where is my love —

In silence and shadow she lies,

Under the April-grey, calm waste of the skies;

And a bird above,

In the darkness tender and clear,

Keeps saying over and over, Love lies here!

Not that she's dead;

Only her soul is flown

Out of its last pure earthly mansion;

And cries instead

In the darkness, tender and clear,

Like the voice of a bird in the leaves, Love —

Love lies here.