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 />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 James Daley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/unto-this-last/
