No more with overflowing light <br />Shall fill the eyes that now are faded, <br />Nor shall another's fringe with night <br />Their woman-hidden world as they did. <br /> <br />No more shall quiver down the days <br />The flowing wonder of her ways, <br />Whereof no language may requite <br />The shifting and the many-shaded. <br /> <br />The grace, divine, definitive, <br />Clings only as a faint forestalling; <br />The laugh that love could not forgive <br />Is hushed, and answers to no calling; <br />The forehead and the little ears <br />Have gone where Saturn keeps the years; <br />The breast where roses could not live <br />Has done with rising and with falling. <br /> <br />The beauty, shattered by the laws <br />That have creation in their keeping, <br />No longer trembles at applause, <br />Or over children that are sleeping; <br />And we who delve in beauty's lore <br />Know all that we have known before <br />Of what inexorable cause <br />Makes Time so vicious in his reaping.<br /><br />Edwin Arlington Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-a-dead-lady/
