  Ah, once your quiet eyes were calm and deep And wistful with much dreaming; long ago Your solemn lips, so innocent of woe And delicately parted, seemed to keep A secret still unsaid, and murmured low: But that was long ago. And I, who saw and loved you from afar, Prayed a hushed prayer, the first I ever prayed, That God might keep you safe; and unafraid I looked up through the night at my one star, Moving mysteriously and bright-arrayed. And silently I prayed. While you passed singing tenderly and low, Wandering through life’s meadows with slow tread, Death laid his kiss on your belovÈd head: |
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