Parting—and AfterRobert L.McKeownMcKeown, Robert L.G. G. G.
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DVPP Project TeamKaileyFukushimaUniversity of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry ProjectVictoria, BC, Canada
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Poem included in Chambers’s 1900 Christmas Number, which is unnumbered but falls between issue 155 and 157. In the Chambers’s issue for October 1900, the Christmas number is announced as Ready December 1, 1900, which is taken as the publication date (SP). Poet attribution: Chambers’s Journal ledger lists the author as R. L. McKeown (NLS Dep 341/371) (AC).Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal63156Christmas issue52The moonlight once again is here,text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 120%; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing:
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Parting—and After.The moonlight once again is here,The moving months with joy I see ;The passing weeks are bringing nearThe time when Norah comes to me.The precious moments quickly flew,And fast the final hour drew nighWhen I to home must bid adieu,And to my sweetheart say good-bye.A ling’ring kiss, a long embrace,Low words, a last fond look, a prayer ;Then growing distance dimmed her face :Parted ? I hardly knew we were.To her my heart has ever turnedFor since that separation-day,When flying train and fleeting shipBore me so fast and far away.The skies were dull, the trees were bare,And autumn winds with winter blew ;I left her in the city there,Silent and sad and tearful too,Because an anxious, doubtful year,By weary waiting longer made,Loomed up between her love and her,And made her maiden heart afraid.With holy joy and deep delightWe hail the coming of the timeWhen sundered hearts shall reunite,And she for ever shall be mine.G. G. G.