Cry not

Hold back

Rose the brave glory of that ample hour;

Both mist and dream went around,

Walking the fair and saintly step,

Blue as a noon day ray,

Daintily wrought the mighty bliss of duty,

Both ears are too corse;

Swift as a star beside the fire for proof—

Gray Sorceries, that flash to me,

Filled all the wreck of her finger,

Arose as thy low self in time and Time,

To kiss the picture of the past,

Light and radiance still reposed,

Light and radiance were the sunbeam,

Pale life, with her perishable lips,

Night's chief in the snowy snow

Another treasured picture of my heart,

Circles the cloud like dower,

Light as a sunbeam, months of milk,

I cry not, I smile instead