All the heavy days are over;
Leave the body's coloured pride
Underneath the grass and clover,
With the feet laid side by side.
One with her are mirth and duty;
Bear the gold-embroidered dress,
For she needs not her sad beauty,
To the scented oaken press.
Hers the kiss of Mother Mary,
The long hair is on her face;
Still she goes with footsteps wary
Full of earth's old timid grace.
With white feet of angels seven
Her white feet go glimmering;
And above the deep of heaven,
Flame on flame, and wing on wing.
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dream of a blessed spirit
Parting from the body has been described in a graceful artistic way.The last stanza,esp the last two lines-
'And above the deep of heaven,
Flame on flame,and wing on wing'
So Powerful! -
this is a very good poem
it could have two meaning
as i read it
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elegance captured in vivid words...
loved the descriptions... 'full of earth's old timid grace ... captivating words
and 'flame on flame, wing on wing' ... gives an ethereal touch...




