After the feet of beauty fly my own.
She is happy where she lies With the dust upon her eyes.
I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.
I know, but I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Guess I'll weep awhile. Guess I won't, I mean.
Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!