The stippled Cupid, Bartolozzi-brown—
Upon my sorrow. Fire-gleams, fitful, played
Among her playthings—Toby mugs and jade....
And then I dreamed that—suddenly, strangely clear—
A voice I knew not, faltered at my ear:
“Courage!” ... Your own dear voice, loved since, and known!
And now that she sleeps well, come times her voice
Whispers in day-dreams: “Courage, son! Rejoice
That, leaving you, I left you not alone.”