Yea, my days should reek with crimson!... On the sudden, round her head,
Glimmered something that is given to a maiden who is dead,
And I stilled my oaths in wonder and my heart stood hushed to see
How a maiden in her dying consecrated Love for me!
Then I left her there alone, with the roses for her throne,
And I gathered Love within me for the roses he had blown,—
And in the silent sunrise, Beauty gathered in her own.
Dig Deep
Dig deep, and tumble in the bones!