AFTERWARDS.
Her life was touched with early frost,About the April of her day,Her hold on earth was lightly lost,And like a leaf she went away.Her soul was chartered for great deeds,For gentle war unwonted here:Her spirit sought her clearer needs,An Empyrean atmosphere.At hush of eve we hear her stillSay with her clear, her perfect smile,And with her silver-throated thrill:“A little while—a little while.”
Her life was touched with early frost,About the April of her day,Her hold on earth was lightly lost,And like a leaf she went away.Her soul was chartered for great deeds,For gentle war unwonted here:Her spirit sought her clearer needs,An Empyrean atmosphere.At hush of eve we hear her stillSay with her clear, her perfect smile,And with her silver-throated thrill:“A little while—a little while.”
Her life was touched with early frost,About the April of her day,Her hold on earth was lightly lost,And like a leaf she went away.
Her life was touched with early frost,
About the April of her day,
Her hold on earth was lightly lost,
And like a leaf she went away.
Her soul was chartered for great deeds,For gentle war unwonted here:Her spirit sought her clearer needs,An Empyrean atmosphere.
Her soul was chartered for great deeds,
For gentle war unwonted here:
Her spirit sought her clearer needs,
An Empyrean atmosphere.
At hush of eve we hear her stillSay with her clear, her perfect smile,And with her silver-throated thrill:“A little while—a little while.”
At hush of eve we hear her still
Say with her clear, her perfect smile,
And with her silver-throated thrill:
“A little while—a little while.”