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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Until Her Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">UNTIL her death!' the words read strange yet real, <br>Like things afar off suddenly brought near:-- <br>Will it be slow or speedy, full of fear, <br>Or calm as a spent day of peace ideal?<br>II.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Will her brown locks lie white on coffin pillow? <br>Will these her eyes, that sometime were called sweet, <br>Close, after years of dried-up tears, or meet <br>Death's dust in midst of weeping? And that billow,-- </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">III.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her restless heart,--will it be stopped, still heaving? <br>Or softly ebb 'neath age's placid breath? <br>Will it be lonely, this mysterious death, <br>Fit close unto her solitary living,-- </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">IV.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A turning of her face to the wall, nought spoken, <br>Exchanging this world's light for heaven's;--or will <br>She part in pain, from warm love to the chill <br>Unknown, pursued with cries of hearts half-broken? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">V.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">With fond lips felt through the blind mists of dying, <br>And close arms clung to in the struggle vain;-- <br>Or, these all past, will death to her be gain, <br>Unto her life's long question God's replying? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VI.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">No more. Within his hand, divine as tender, <br>He holds the mystic measure of her days; <br>And be they few or many, His the praise,-- <br>In life or death her Keeper and Defender. </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">VII.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=368602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then, come He soon or late, she will not fear Him; <br>Be her end lone or loveful, she'll not grieve; <br>For He whom she believed in--doth believe-- <br>Will call her from the dust, and she will hear Him.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a></strong></div>