The Missing Page (For Virginia in Paradise)


I did not know if you could hear
The words I muttered in your ear,
As you were turning toward a light
That trembled in the arms of night
I only know that things were said
That gave you leave to join the dead,
Where all are kept behind a door
With good and ill forevermore

But I am lost, as I have aged
And cannot find the missing page
That I would read again for you
If you could hear and I could do.
I know I spoke as if I stood
Upon a stump of almond wood;
In fear and resolution queer
I poured myself into your ear

I think I said that you were free
To be with God and not with me;
I think I said that I would stay
Until my book is put away
I did not know if you could hear
The words I muttered in your ear;
I only know that things were said
That dwell forever with the dead.

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