Song.

                Once as the aureole
                Day left the earth,
                Faded, a twilight soul,
                Memory, had birth:
Young were her sister souls, Sorrow and Mirth.

                Dark mirrors are her eyes:
                Wherein who gaze
                See wan effulgencies
                Flicker and blaze -
Lorn fleeting shadows of beautiful days.

                Scan those deep mirrors well
                After long years:
                Lo! what aforetime fell
                In rain of tears,
In radiant glamour-mist now reappears.

                See old wild gladness
                Tamed now and coy;
                Grief that was madness
                Turned into joy.
Fate cannot harry them now, nor annoy.

                Down from yon throbbing blue,
                Passionless, fair,
                Still faces look on you,
                Sunlit their hair,
With a slow smile at your pleasure and care.

                Life and death murmurings
                From their lips go
                In vaster music-rings;
                Outward they flow,
Tenderer, wilder, than songs that we know.