If gold without kind words be alms.
“She thought—if a melodious voice,
A soft and sweet, but empty sound,
Like to the murmur of a stream,
Be token of the thought behind.
“She prayed—if beauty of two eyes,
Which sometimes on the earth were fixed,
Sometimes uplifted to the sky,
Be worthy of the name of prayer.
“She died, and yet she never lived;