The Innocent, Sweet Day Is Dead. Dark Night Hath Slain Her In Her Bed. O, Moors Are As Fierce To Kill As To Wed! - Put Out The Light, Said He. A Sweeter Light Than Ever Rayed From Star Of Heaven Or Eye Of Maid Has Vanished In The Unknown Shade. - SHe's Dead, SHe's Dead, Said He. Now, In A Wild, Sad After-Mood The Tawny Night Sits Still To Brood Upon The Dawn-Time When He Wooed. - I Would She Lived, Said He. Star-Memories Of Happier Times, Of Loving Deeds And Lovers' Rhymes, Throng Forth In Silvery Pantomimes. - Come Back, O Day! Said He. Montgomery, Alabama, 1866.