Yes, Thou Art Gone! And Never More Thy Sunny Smile Shall Gladden Me; But I May Pass The Old Church Door, And Pace The Floor That Covers Thee, May Stand Upon The Cold, Damp Stone, And Think That, Frozen, Lies Below The Lightest Heart That I Have Known, The Kindest I Shall Ever Know. Yet, Though I Cannot See Thee More, 'Tis Still A Comfort To Have Seen; And Though Thy Transient Life Is O'Er, 'Tis Sweet To Think That Thou Hast Been; To Think A Soul So Near Divine, Within A Form, So Angel Fair, United To A Heart Like Thine, Has Gladdened Once Our Humble Sphere.