Aline Kilmer: Prevision


Aline Kilmer

I know you are too dear to stay;  You are so exquisitely sweet: My lonely house will thrill some day  To echoes of your eager feet.
I hold your words within my heart,  So few, so infinitely dear; Watching your fluttering hands I start  At the corroding touch of fear.
A faint, unearthly music rings  From you to Heaven — it is not far! A mist about your beauty clings  Like a thin cloud before a star.
My heart shall keep the child I knew,  When you are really gone from me, And spend its life remembering you  As shells remember the lost sea.