To Mary Dawson

Years have gone by since last I saw thy face, 
      Since last I heard thy low, sweet, solemn voice, 
      Whose very tones said "Hope, but not rejoice!" 
Yet still my heart has treasured the meek grace 
That companied thy life, and made the air 
Around thee fragrant with the breath of prayer. 
And though I know not now thy dwelling-place, 
      Nor even may hope that henceforth thought of thine
      Will lean towards me, or encircle mine, 
I cannot if I would (nor would) erase
      Thine image from my soul; but rather pray 
That its still beauty ever more and more 
May fill my being, till this life is o'er,
      And we shall meet in heaven's unclouded day !