Comes back to me! before the trump of duty
Had marshalled thee in life’s laborious ways.
We used to wonder at thy blush in hearing
Thy parents praised. We now know what it meant:
A consciousness of their gifts reappearing
Perchance, in thine—to consummation blent.
Oh, she was beautiful, beyond all magic
Of sculptor’s hand, or pencil to portray!
Something angelical, divinely tragic,