REMEMBERED

Here in the dusk I see her face again

As then I knew it, ere she fell asleep;

Renunciation glorifying pain

Of her soul's inmost deep.

I shall not see its like again! the brow

Of passive marble, purely aureoled,—

As some pale lily in the afterglow,—

With supernatural gold.

As if a rose should speak and, somehow heard

By some strange sense, the unembodied sound

Grow visible, her mouth was as a word

A sweet thought falters‘ round.

So do I still remember eyes imbued

With far reflections — as the stars suggest

The silence, purity and solitude

Of infinite peace and rest.

She was my all. I loved her as men love

A high desire, religion, an ideal —

The meaning purpose in the loss whereof

God shall alone reveal.