They brought my fair love out upon a bier, <br />Out from the dwelling that her smile made sweet, <br />Out from the life that her life made complete, <br />Into the glitter of the garish street, <br />And no man wept, save I, for that dead dear. <br /> <br />And then the dark procession wound along, <br />Like a black serpent with a snow-white bird <br />Held in its fangs. I think God said a word <br />To death, as He in His chill heaven heard <br />Her voice so sweeter than His seraph's song. <br /> <br />And so Death took away her flower-sweet breath <br />One darkest day of days in a dark year, <br />And brought to that strong God who had no fear <br />My own dear love. Ah, closed eyes without peer! <br />Ah, red lips pressed on the blue lips of Death!<br /><br />Victor Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unto-this-last-3/
