Remembered

Here in the dusk I see her face again As then I knew it, ere she fell asleep; Renunciation glorifying pain Of her soul's inmost deep. I shall not see its like again! the brow Of passive marble, purely aureoled,— As some pale lily in the afterglow,— With supernatural gold. As if a rose should speak and, somehow heard By some strange sense, the unembodied sound Grow visible, her mouth was as a word A sweet thought falters 'round. So do I still remember eyes imbued With far reflections—as the stars suggest The silence, purity and solitude Of infinite peace and rest. She was my all. I loved her as men love A high desire, religion, an ideal— The meaning purpose in the loss whereof God shall alone reveal.