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 hoped 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 the parting-hour we seek
The dearest hand the last.
And while for this delaying but
To see Heaven's opening Gate -
Lo, it received him - and was shut -
Ere he could say "I wait."
