Condolence

They hurried here, as soon as you had died

Their faces damp with haste and sympathy

And pressed my hand in theirs, and smoothed my knee

And clicked their tongues, and watched me, mournful-eyed

Gently they told me of that Other Side

How, even then, you waited there for me

And what ecstatic meeting ours would be

Moved by the lovely tale, they broke, and cried



And when I smiled, they told me I was brave

And they rejoiced that I was comforted

And left to tell of all the help they gave

But I had smiled to think how you, the dead

So curiously preoccupied and grave

Would laugh, could you have heard the things they said