We walk together. If while you are watching The waves which beat so strong upon the shore, I should be missing and you could not find me And could but touch the garment which I wore, I pray of you —weep not, —and when you call me, Forget that name which once was mine to you. Forget the face which hid a spirit's features, We meet again where old has changed to new.
But should you seek for me upon earth's bosom And if to find me you would wander far-- Listen— I'll lie amongst the tangled grasses, I'll tremble in the light about a star. I'll sing to you by means of women's voices, I'll weep to you in saddened children's hearts. I am a part of life, and you, beloved, Touch close to me amongst the other parts.
—Maude Lyons The Cosmopolitan. March, 1895. p. 528.