THE IRREVOCABLE WEEP no more, thou weary one ; Tears—and
so beloved a face ! Raindrops on a daybreak flower— Token of cold midnight's grace— No more radiant are than these. Both of transient darkness tell ; And but one least beam of morning Either will dispel.
I thy midnight was. Yet word Easy, innocent of guile, Weeping eyes and childlike lips Have conjured to a smile.
All forgotten, all forgiven.
Why remorse, then ? . . . Well I know The few clear stars still mine in heaven Never shall now as brightly show. WALTER DE LA MARE.