That angel-smile of tranquil loveliness,
Which the heart worships, glowing on her brow;
That smile shall brighten the dim evening-star
That points our destined tomb, nor e’er depart
Till the faint light of life is fled afar,
And hush’d the last deep beating of the heart;
The meteor bearer of our parting breath,
A moonbeam in the midnight cloud of death.
Fitz-Greene Halleck.