Earthly Parting

Had Heaven, to prayer of mine more kind,
  But snapped my thread of Being first,
  I know how, lingering here behind,
  Thou wouldst have deemed thy lot the worst;
  And how thou wouldst have shed the tear
  Over my coldly silent bier.
  But this, alas! might not be so,
  And I remain to weep for Thee;
  And still weep on, though well I know
  Such parting is but life's decree;
  That, doomed to leave, or left forlorn,
  We must be mourned for, or must mourn.