Poems (Odom)/Nevermore

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NEVERMORE.

'T is over for ever and ever, my dear,
Our love and the hope it bore;
Our dream is dead, and I bow my head,
And my heart sighs "nevermore."

Nevermore in the long, long years, my dear,
That the circling ages bring,
We shall walk for aye in the changeless gray
Of the shadows that they fling.

We shall drift away from each other, my dear,
On the weird, wild sea of years,
Where neither can know of the passionate flow
Of the other's regretful tears.

But oft in the days to come, my dear,
Will a lingering love arise
From the distant shore, and shall stand before
Our wistfully weeping eyes.

Oh, the wide, wide waves between us, dear,
May never again be crossed,
But over the sea, for you and for me,
Is waiting the love we lost!