Poem by Duncan Campbell Scott

Afterwards

Her life was touched with early frost,
About the April of her day,
Her hold on earth was lightly lost,
And like a leaf she went away.

Her soul was chartered for great deeds,
For gentle war unwonted here:
Her spirit sought her clearer needs,
An Empyrean atmosphere.

At hush of eve we hear her still
Say with her clear, her perfect smile,
And with her silver-throated thrill:
”A little while - a little while.”

1. At Les Eboulements
2. Meditation at Perugia
3. In Snow-Time
4. An Impromptu
5. The Fifteenth of April

Thomas Hardy Afterwards ("When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay")

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