Here In The Dusk I See Her Face Again As Then I Knew It, Ere She Fell Asleep; Renunciation Glorifying Pain Of Her Soul'S Inmost Deep. I Shall Not See Its Like Again! The Brow Of Passive Marble, Purely Aureoled, - As Some Pale Lily In The Afterglow, - With Supernatural Gold. As If A Rose Should Speak And, Somehow Heard By Some Strange Sense, The Unembodied Sound Grow Visible, Her Mouth Was As A Word A Sweet Thought Falters 'Round. So Do I Still Remember Eyes Imbued With Far Reflections - As The Stars Suggest The Silence, Purity And Solitude Of Infinite Peace And Rest. She Was My All. I Loved Her As Men Love A High Desire, Religion, An Ideal - The Meaning Purpose In The Loss Whereof God Shall Alone Reveal.