| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVI. Crossed Hands and Closed Eyes
The Silver Bridge | | By Elizabeth Akers Allen (1832–1911) |
| | | THE SUNSET fades along the shore, | |
| And faints behind yon rosy reach of sea. | |
| Night falls again, but oh, no more, | |
| No more, no more, | |
| My love returns to me. | 5 |
| The lonely moon builds soft and slow | |
| Her silver bridge across the main, | |
| But him who sleeps the wave below | |
| Love waits in vain, | |
| Ah no, ah no, | 10 |
| He never comes again! | |
| But while some night beside the sea | |
| I watch, when sunset’s red has ceased to burn, | |
| That silver path, and sigh, ‘Ah me, | |
| Ah me, ah me, | 15 |
| He never will return!’ | |
| If on that bridge of rippling light, | |
| His homeward feet should find their way, | |
| I should not wonder at the sight, | |
| But only say: | 20 |
| ‘Ah love, my love, | |
| I knew you would not stay!’ | | | | |
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