These hearts were woven of human joys and cares,

⁠⁠    Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth.

The years had given them kindness. Dawn was theirs,

⁠⁠    And sunset, and the colours 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,

⁠⁠    Frost, with a gesture, stays the waves that dance

And wandering loveliness. He leaves a white

⁠⁠    Unbroken glory, a gathered radiance,

A width, a shining peace, under the night.