Achsa White Sprague

Nov. 17, 1827 - Jul. 6, 1862


Into The Depths Of Hades

by Achsa White Sprague

Into the depths of Hades,
Into its gloomy shade,
I'd go to find thee, loved one!
Why hast, why hast thou stayed?
Didst thou not promise my own to be?
Hast thou not plighted thy troth to me?
Wherefore then stay so long?

Wherefore then stay so long, love,
Hiding away from me?
Had death but taken me, love,
I would have come to thee.
I would have burst from its gloomy gate, --
Ah, when did I ever make thee wait?
Oh, do not tarry now!

Oh, do not tarry now, love
My hair is growing gray,
While here I wait for thee, love,
For thee, long years away.
Has that strange land been so bright to thee,
That thou in joy hast forgotten me,
In thy bright home in Heaven?

In thy bright home in Heaven, love!
Were I once safely there,
And thou on earth, no rest, love,
I'd find, till thou couldst share.
I'd leave my white robe, I'd leave my crown;
My golden harp, I would dash it down,
And find and bring thee home!

And find and bring thee home, love!
In Hades if thou art,
I'd share its tortures dread, love,
Rather than dwell apart.
For Heaven like Hades alone would be,
And Hades a Heaven, if shared with thee.
Then come, come back again!


The Poet And Other Poems.
Copyright 1864
Boston: William White And Co.,
158 Washington Street.