I cannot say and I will not say 
That she is gone, she is just away.
 With a cheery smile and a wave of hand
She has wandered into an unknown land;
And left us dreaming how very fair 
Its needs must be, since she lingers there.
And you — oh you, who the wildest yearn
From the old-time step and the glad return —
Think of her faring on, as dear
 In the love of there, as the love of here
Think of her still the same way, I say;
 She is not gone, she is just away. ❤️❤️🌻🌻❤️❤️🌻🌻❤️❤️