My Father [poem by Agnes L. Storrie]

[Editor: This poem by Agnes L. Storrie was published in Poems, 1909.]

To the Dear and Deathless Memory of

MY FATHER

I Dedicate This Little Book.

———

A string is snapped in the echoing lute,
A chord in the harmony fallen mute,
There’s a tint the less in the rainbow-span,
And a missing point in the stars’ bright plan,
A hand-clasp lacking, the warmth it gave
Lost, and the earth has another grave.

A taper quenched by a mighty breath,
A gate unbarred by the hand of Death,
A magnet, set in a rarer air,
To draw our thoughts and desires there,
Thus, Dear Heart, through all our grief for thee
Comes the healing balm of thy memory.

Source:
Agnes L. Storrie. Poems, J. W. Kettlewell, Sydney, 1909, page v