I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he still lingers in my soul
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.
People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will...