TWO THOUGHTS OF DEATH: 2 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI

So I said underneath the dusky trees:
But because I still loved her memory
I stooped to pluck a pale anemone
And lo! my hand lighted upon heartsease
Not fully blown: while with new life from these
Fluttered a starry moth that rapidly
Rose toward the sun: sunlighted flashed on me
Its wings that seemed to throb like heart pulses.
Far far away it flew far out of sight,
From earth and flowers of earth it passed away
As tho' it flew straight up into the light.
Then my heart answered me: Thou fool to say
That she is dead whose night is turned to day,
And whose day shall no more turn back to night.

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