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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Rondeaux. III. “He does not come”

Charles Dent Bell (1819–1898)

HE does not come, although I pray

From sombre eve to morning grey;

Either my voice he cannot hear

In that untroubled happier sphere,

Or cannot force to me his way.

Ah, they but mock us when they say,

The dead revisit realms of day,

Or ever to our sight appear,—

He does not come!

Yet eager was he to obey

What on his heart I pleased to lay;

And if he heard, he would stand here

Before me in the moonlight clear,

Though only for an hour his stay,—

He does not come!