Song

Dew ... Delicate lanterns, star-kindled anew, And a sword of silver Brave, shining and still ... With roses--deep roses of crimson-- And, sheathing the blade, Greek hyacinths blue. Ah ... the treasures, the symbols, we laid In the deep cold mould on the hill With the body of you!... But over the mould there flew Something wingéd that earth could not hold-- You!...