ANGELA BURDETT-COUTTS
Long with us, now she leaves us; she has rest
Beneath our sacred sod:
A woman vowed to Good, whom all attest,
The daylight gift of God.
THE YEAR’S SHEDDINGS
The varied colours are a fitful heap:
They pass in constant service though they sleep;
The self gone out of them, therewith the pain:
Read that, who still to spell our earth remain.
FOOTNOTES
[140] Written in December 1870, printed in the ‘Fortnightly Review,’ and published in the volume ‘Ballads and Poems.’