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.