⁠Yet glowing, flaming so...
She won't forget!

These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,
⁠Washed marvelously with sorrow, swift to mirth.
The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,
⁠And sunset, and the colors of the earth.
These had seen movement, and heard music; known
⁠Slumber and waking; loved; gone proudly friended;
Felt the quick stir of wonder; sat alone;
⁠Touched flowers and furs and cheeks. All this is ended.

There are waters blown by changing winds to laughter
And lit by the rich skies, all day. And after,