Her dress of tulle was patterned with pale roses And pale rose were her lips, and her eyes cold, Cold and blue as water dreaming in a wood. The Tyrrhene sea in friendly languor rolled Smooth petals cradling there her tenuous life. Very gently she died, her little feet formed a cross; And when she sang, the crystal of her voice Broke in her heart with the blood of her mother's loss. On her thin wrist an iron armlet lay With her baptismal name of Stephanie, Seeming the welded ring of exile's bitterness. Under the heliotrope mist of perfume's sway She died, watching the sails upon the sea. She died in autumn ... toward the winter time ... And it was like a song that wanes away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 4 by CLARENCE MAJOR RICHARD BOOTH TO HIS SON JUNIUS BRUTUS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN BROWN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE GREAT HUNT by CARL SANDBURG DEDICATION OF THE FIRST SONNETS TO A FRIEND ... by GEORGE SANTAYANA |