In Memoriam

I never shall forget that night —
Mid-April, four years gone :
Nor how your eyes were bright, too bright,
And how the pavement shone.

Death on you now, death on your brow,
Death on your eyes so fair,
Death with his thin shadow hands
Combing out your hair.

O eyes long shut and lip to lip
Fastened no more to sing :
Old winter turned you in his grip
And icy blew your spring.

Old winter had you by the throat
You could not speak to me
Save in a low and whispered note
As through a shell the sea.

Death on you now, death on your brow,
Death on your eyes so fair,
Death with his thin shadow hands
Combing out your hair.