Classic Poem

Slowly the evening star sank down to die,
Earth's black horizon blotted him from sight,
And in the overwhelming grave of night,
Lay the dead splendour of the western sky:
Even then—in a far dawn—he sprang on high,
Lost in the glory of the Sun's great light,
As earth's horizon sank-beneath the bright
And morning star of immortality.

My love has followed him beyond all pain
Where azure streams of peace and beauty flow
Forever round his Paradisal rest,
And, as of old, our hands are clasped again
And tears of joy are in his eyes, to know
That even in my sorrow, I am blest.