Death of a Modest Woman
Death of a Modest Woman
(after FOR A DEAD LADY
by E. A. Robinson)
Gone is the light from faded eyes
of a woman hidden from earthly praise.
No more shall times of promise lure
the wonder of her ways.
No language may explore the shifting
of her thoughts that end in rest,
when grace Divine, definitive,
has called her to His breast.
Her breast, where love has nourished us,
is done with rise and falling--
her breath of song is heavenward now,
and so her heavenward calling.
Know now what we have known before,
that women are Love's perfection--
be they mothers, sisters, patient wives,
they are God's loved reflection.
For Contest "All Yours" (Feb 14)
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