Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier
Whilе I call God—call God!—So let thy mouth
Be heir to thosе who are now exanimate
Gather the north flowers to complete the south
And catch the early love up in the late
Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth
With the same heart, will answer and not wait