ALL veiled in white and silver She trod the kirkyard way; On either side her splendour The dead undazzled lay. The bridal men and maidens Fell dreaming as they came; The bridegroom's eyes upon her Were fantasy and flame. Oh! like some strange dead woman's Carved on a heathen gem,— A great sweet star of evil, Her beauty lighted them. So, veiled and mute, she glittered Adown the dead;—and knew That o'er her last best lover The red red roses grew. |