Death by James Hervey Hyslop

It is not loneliness of soul.
Nor grief nor tears that sternly bring
The pall that rests on broken hearts.
But shattered hopes and bleeding wounds
Of mind and spirit, slow to heal.
And gentle souls will ever weep
When death’s cold ruthless hand lays hold
The silver cords of love and life.

From: Hyslop, James Hervey, Poems, Original and Translations, 1915, Small, Maynard & Company: Boston, p. 29.
(http://archive.org/stream/poemsoriginaltra00hysl#page/28/mode/2up)

Date: 1915

By: James Hervey Hyslop (1854-1920)

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