with the gentle unknown woe ---
Will you think of me, and love me,
as you did once long ago?
In the gloaming, oh my darling,
think not bitterly of me.
Though I passed away in silence,
left you lonely --- set you free.
For my heart was crushed with longing,
what had been... could never be.
It was best to leave you thus,
Best for you --- and best for me."
"In the Gloaming," Annie Foretscue Harrison (1851-1944)