I cannot say and I will not say
That she is dead, she is just
away.
With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
She has wandered
into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair
Its
needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you-oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and
the glad return-
Think of her faring on, as dear
In the love of
there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I
say;
She is not dead, she is just away.