A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.

Tis held that sorrow makes us wise.

And the days darken round me, and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.

The dream Dreamed by a happy man, when the dark East, Unseen, is brightening to his bridal morn.

Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Though Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shrieked against his creed.

So sad, so fresh the days that are no more.