Drop to shade, melt to nought in the long-trodden ways,
While she’s still remembered on warm and cold days—
My Kate. 5
II.
Her air had a meaning, her movements a grace;
You turned from the fairest to gaze on her face:
And when you had once seen her forehead and mouth,
You saw as distinctly her soul and her truth—
My Kate. 10
III.