WHEN MARY DIED. SHE only died last week, and yet
Suns might have risen and have set A thousand : May's here like a bride, And it was May when Mary died.
Incredible ! We might last week Have kissed her, held her, heard her speak, Who now has travelled far, so far Beyond the moon and the day-star.
Since she has gone all Time and Space Have lost their meanings : Mary's face Grows dim in distance, like a light Far down a darkness infinite.
Last week Why this new grief we have Is old as Time, old as the grave : It was and will he : darkness spread Over the world since Mary's dead.
Last week she died. The lilac bough Her eyes watched bud is blooming now, The chestnut's lit her lamp since then, And the lost cuckoo's come again.
A week ago ! 0 endless space
Since Mary heavenward turned her face I
And still the lilac's on the spray That budded when she went away.
KATHARINE TYNAN.
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