~Dead Girl

No more with overflowing light 

Shall fill the eyes that are now faded 

No more shall she quiver down the days 

The flowing wonder of her ways wherwhereof no language may require

The shifting and the many shaded

The grace, divine, definitive clings only as a faint forestalling 

The laugh that love could not forgive

Is hushed, and answers to no calling 

The forehead and the little ears have gone 

Where Saturn keeps the years

The breast where roses could not live 

The beauty, shattered by the laws

That have creation in their keeping 

No longer trembled at applause

And we who delve in beauty's lore 

Know all that we have known before 

Of what inexorable cause makes time so vicious in his reaping. 

Copyright 04-20-2017