She loved redbirds and bright mornings, Honeysuckle and sweet spring rose, Children's laughter and pansy faces, All brave things that the sunlight knows; She was frail at the last like lilies, But her smile was sunshine across the snows. Music she loved and friendly greetings, Kind words spoken and ill forgot; She never faltered at any grievance Though her heart was hurt and her eyes were hot. . . . There was nothing honest and wise and merry And brave and tender that she was not. Long ago in a lonely garden Where dim leaves of the olive stir A young man knelt; but had he never Died for his truth and been laid in myrrh I should have heard of the heart's high courage And God's great mercy -- because of her. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODULATIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ANSWER TO PRAYER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |