Last Lines of James Whitcomb Riley
An' I dinna find ye there!An' I'm come back home where my beau lives at.Are lifted -- and the lips of Kate.As Mother Mary wore.Bout
trustin' Love and Heav'n above, sence Lide married him!But longings left when Age comes on?In love with Death, not me.Is the glad-pathetic song of Long Ago!Of Glory gleam the days of yore.Our hearts to her -- to hear her sing!Reverently and adore.She has forgotten me -- forgotten me!Sleep, smoothing down the lids of weary eyes.The smouldering sweetness of a dead red rose!The words
Do They Miss Me at Home?To greet the living presence of that old sweetheart of mine.Where shall we land?Whipped out in flossy ravelings of gold.Will hide in the leaves in wait for me.With splintered glitterings of light!