I SHALL NOT CRY RETURN - by Ellen M. Huntington Gates

I SHALL NOT CRY RETURN  by Ellen M. Huntington Gates I Sgall not cry Return! Return ! — Nor weep my years away; But just as long as sunsets burn, — And dawns make no delay, I shall be lonesome — I shall miss Your hand, your voice, your smile, your kiss. Not often shall I speak your name, — For what would strangers care That once a sudden tempest came — And swept my gardens bare, And then you passed, and in your place Stood Silence with her lifted face. Not always shall this parting be, — For though I travel slow, I, too, may claim eternity — And find the way you go; And so I do my task and wait The opening of the outer gate.