In Memory, V

To think of thee, Malise! at Christmas time! The Glory of the world comes down on earth, Malise! at Christmas: but the Yule bells chime Over thy perfect sleep: and though Christ's birth Wake other men to melody of heart, Thou in their happy music hast no part.

Or dost thou wake awhile, to feel thy gloom Illuminated by the shepherds' light? To stretch out longing hands from thy still tomb, And think on days, that were: before that night Fell on thee, Malise? and the world as well Was darkened over us, when that night fell!