And beautiful to me as when they beamed
With Nature’s radiant jewelry of dew.
And they have more than mortal sweetness now,
For the dear breath of loved ones, loved and lost,
Is mingling with their holy perfume.
Like
A very miser, day and night I hide
The hoarded riches of my dear heart-urn.
Oft at the midnight’s calm and silent hour,
When not a tone of living nature seems