Where my
thoughts so often stray
Twas there
I left my sweetheart
That
fateful autumn day
For only a
while we are parted
I thought
as we said “goodbye”
Not an
hour since I had pledged her
My love that
will never die
Though for
a while I must linger
On earths
time troubled strand
In a world
above where there’s naught but love
Once more
I shall clasp her hand
Covered
with ivy vines green
Neath that
mound lies the dust of one fairer
Than
earths most beautiful queen
My hopes
in this world there are planted
That tomb
doth my heart enfold
My sad
hours cannot be numbered
My grief
cannot be told
Written by Ida May Schaffer
Summer of 1921
Age of 15