Aqaric

Prevision

I know you are too dear to stay;
         You are so exquisitely sweet:
My lonely house will thrill some day
         To echoes of your eager feet.

I hold your words within my heart,
         So few, so infinitely dear;
Watching your fluttering hands I start
         At the corroding touch of fear.

A faint, unearthly music rings
         From you to Heaven -- it is not far!
A mist about your beauty clings
         Like a thin cloud before a star.

My heart shall keep the child I knew,
         When you are really gone from me,
And spend its life remembering you
         As shells remember the lost sea.

- Aline Kilmer