<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428653" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Missing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To Leucha Mary Warner</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He is 'Missing,' and forlorn<br>Drag her days in grief and pain.<br>Every morn a hope is born,<br>Only to be lost again.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Missing!' Almost better 'Killed.'<br>The long anguish breaks her heart<br>That's a dead thing, numbed and chilled<br>Till the live fear bids it start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a knocking at the door,<br>Now a shouting in the street,<br>Makes her poor heart run before,<br>The most bitter news to meet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Missing!' It may be he dies<br>'Mid his foes and comfortless.<br>When sleep shuts her heavy eyes,<br>Still she seeks him in distress.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dear, he is not missing, not lost.<br>Rest your heart as on a bed.<br>For the One who loves him most<br>Knows where he has laid his head.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He accounted of all worth,<br>This beloved bought with a price,<br>Watchers look East, South, and North<br>From the heights of Paradise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lest that he take any ill.<br>Still the Mighty Lover goes,<br>Seeks the beloved o'er many a hill.<br>Be at rest, dear child! He knows!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</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=428653" data-title="Missing de Katharine Tynan" data-description="To Leucha Mary Warner He is 'Missing,' and forlorn Drag her days in grief and pain. Every morn a hope is born, Only to be lost again. 'Missing!' Almost better 'Killed.' The long anguish breaks her heart That's a dead thing, numbed and chilled Ti..."></div> </div> </div>

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