And wander away from old comrades and friends,
To rest unobserved in some shady retreat,
Where the past and the present seem always to meet,
Don’t follow him there; let the stars overhead
Their better and holier sympathy shed—
And should an old love-light illumine his eye,
Though you bask in its splendor—don’t question him why.
For, out of the past that is shrouded away,
Looks a face omnipresent, unseen by the day.
A face like no other—a face in the sky