Poetry Day - This last goodbye

This poem doesn't have anything to do with anything in particular, except that I came across it again recently, and then had the thought, in light of recent readings, that it's probably a poem for introverts, and that perhaps for that reason I like it. The thing is, it's quoted in Passion and Purity, by Elisabeth Elliot, and attributed to Alice Meynell, but after flicking through a comprehensive book of Alice Meynell's poetry I can't find it, and nothing on the internet sheds any more light. I don't like quoting things without a source or a title. The internet is full of too many quotation errors already. So, if anybody out there knows where this comes from, let me know.

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Let this goodbye of ours, this last goodbye,

Be still and splendid like a forest tree ...

Let there be one grand look within our eyes

Built of the wonderment of the past years,

Too vast a thing of beauty to be lost

In quivering lips and burning floods of tears.

—Alice Meynell

In searching around the interwebs, for some reason I was directed to Letitia Elizabeth Landon's poetry, and read this one.

Secrets

LIFE has dark secrets; and the hearts are few

That treasure not some sorrow from the world--

A sorrow silent, gloomy, and unknown,

Yet colouring the future from the past.

We see the eye subdued, the practised smile,

The word well weighed before it pass the lip,

And know not of the misery within:

Yet there it works incessantly, and fears

The time to come; for time is terrible,

Avenging, and betraying.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon