Classic Poem

Deep, deep in the choral dawning
Of a beautiful earth and skies
Our Lily came out of the morning,
Lily with violet eyes.

Only a star-beam's quiver,
The space that the spice-wind stirs —
Yet the faces were brightened forever
Once they had looked on hers!

And now that our wan eyes glisten,
Full front to the stars of " Rest " —
We kneel as at dawn, and listen,
The choral that comes from the west.

And the lingering clouds go drifted
Away on her angel breath —
The last of the shadows lifted
From thy valley of light, O Death!