I know whence the shadow comes o’er you now—
Ye have strewn the dust on the sunny brow!
Ye have given the lovely to earth’s embrace—
She hath taken the fairest of beauty’s race,
With their laughing eyes and their festal crown:
They are gone from amongst you in silence down!
They are gone from amongst you, the young and fair,
Ye have lost the gleam of their shining hair!
But I know of a land where there falls no blight—
I shall find them there, with their eyes of light!