Poems by John Bosco

O, Hide Not

a poem by John Bosco

O hide not, hide not,
That I know your presence.
I see your smile,
Though tears are filled.

Your steps in melodies,
Mine ears heard them alone.
Glances you cast in breeze,
Fell in my heart for ages.

Come out in this moonlight,
Or await me in your grave.
Death won’t dare to hold me back,
For he is familiar with love