This poem is called: Away I cannot say, and I will not say That she is dead- . She is just away! With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand She has wandered into an unknown land, And left us dreaming how very fair It needs must be, since she lingers there. And you- O you, who the wildest yearn For the old-time step and the glad return- , Think of her faring on, as dear In the love of There as the love of Here; And loyal still, as she gave the blows Of her warrior-strength to her country’s foes- . Mild and gentle, as she was brave- , When the sweetest love of her life she gave To simple things- : Where the violets grew Blue as the eyes they were likened to, The touches of her hands have strayed As reverently as her lips have prayed: When the little brown thrush that harshly chirred Was dear to her as the mocking-bird; And she pitied as much as a woman in pain A writhing honey-bee wet with rain- . Think of her still as the same, I say: She is not dead- she is just away! - by James Whitcomb Riley (with an edit by Jennifer Bailey).

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I am I and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, that we still are. Speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? Life means all that it ever meant; it is the same as it ever was.