Last night, what time dreams wander east and west,
What time a dream may linger, I lay dead,
With flare of tapers pale above my head,
With weight of drifted roses on my breast;
And they, who noiseless came to watch my rest,
Looked kindly down and gentle sentence said.

One sighed " She was but young to go to-day; "
And one " How fiercely life with death had striven
Ere God set free her spirit, sorrow-shriven! "
One said " The children grieve for her at play; "
And one, who bent to take a rose away,
Whispered " Dear love, would that we had forgiven. "