<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/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">I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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,-- </div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">V.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dinah+Maria+Mulock+Craik">Dinah Maria Mulock Craik</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=368602" data-title="Until Her Death de Dinah Maria Mulock Craik" data-description="I. UNTIL her death!' the words read strange yet real, Like things afar off suddenly brought near:-- Will it be slow or speedy, full of fear, Or calm as a spent day of peace ideal? II. Will her brown locks lie white on coffin pillow? Will the..."></div> </div> </div>

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