Sorrow, quit me for a while!
Wintry days are over;
Hope again, with April smile,
Violets sows and clover.
Further and further we leave the scene
Of war - and of England's care;
I try to keep my mind serene -
But my heart stays there;
'The Smile,' they called her -- 'La Sourire'; and fair --
A sculptured angel on the northern door
Of the Cathedral's west façade -- she wore
SILENT amidst unbroken silence deep
Of dateless years, in loneliness supreme,
She pondered patiently one mighty theme,
And I seem to be
In primrose vales of Sicily,
Beside the streams once looked upon
FOR me the jasmine buds unfold
And silver daisies star the lea,
The crocus hoards the sunset gold,
THE KNELL that dooms the voiceless and obscure
Stills Memnon’s music with its ghostly chime;
Strength is as weakness in the clasp of Time,
HOW beautiful to live as thou didst live!
How beautiful to die as thou didst die,—
In moonlight of the night, without a sigh,
Was it worth while to paint so fair
Thy every leaf - to vein with faultless art
Each petal, taking the boon light and air
Of summer so to heart?