Louise Chandler Moulton (Луиза Чандлер Молтон)
Left Behind
Wilt thou forget me in that other sphere,-- Thou who hast shared my life so long in this,-- And straight grown dizzy with that greater bliss, Fronting heaven's splendor strong and full and clear, No longer hold the old embraces dear When some sweet seraph crowns thee with her kiss? Nay, surely from that rapture thou wouldst miss Some slight, small thing that thou hast cared for here. I do not dream that from those ultimate heights Thou wilt come back to seek me where I bide; But if I follow, patient of thy slights, And if I stand there, waiting by thy side, Surely thy heart with some old thrill will stir, And turn thy face toward me, even from her.
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