No Message

This is another of my favourite Poets
Mary Hannay Foote.
Australia 1846-1918.
She is a diamond.
A Glasgow lass with a big heart.
Now listen to her words and tell if you feel and see that heartfelt message
She created for that waiting lassie.

No Message.

She heard the story of the end,
each message,too,she heard;
and there was one for every friend;
for her alone, no word.

And shall she bear a heavier heart,
and deem his love was fled.
Because his soul from earth could part
leaving her name unsaid?

No! No though neither sign nor sound
A parting thought expressed,
Not heedless passed the homeward bound
of her he loved the best.

Of voyage-perils, bravely borne,
he would not tell the tale,
of shattered planks and canvas torn,
and war with wind and gale.

He waited till the light-house star
should rise against the sky;
and from the mainland,  looming far
the forest scents blow by.

He waited to tell, assurance sweet,
that pain and grief were o'er.
What blessings haste the soul to meet.,
Ere yet within the door.

Then one farewell he thought to speak.
When all the rest were past,
As in that parting-hour we seek
the dearest hand the last.

And while for this delaying but
to see heavens open gate,
Lo, it received him - and was shut
Ere he could say I wait.

A memory from the past
Mary Hannay Foote.

Be safe Agman