Alone may wear. With ruthless haste he bound
The silken fringes of those curtained lids
Forever.
Forever. There had been a murmuring sound,
With which the babe would claim its mother’s ear,
Charming her even to tears. The spoiler set
His seal of silence.
His seal of silence. But there beamed a smile
So fixed, so holy, from that cherub brow,
Death gazed—and left it there.