Yes, call me by my pet-name!  let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled.
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.  I miss the clear
Fond voices, which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven's undefiled,
Call me no longer.  Silence on the bier,
While I call God. . . call God!--So let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate:
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late!
Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer, and not wait.