She passed and left no quiver in the veins, who now <br />Moving among the trees, and clinging <br />in the air she severed, <br />Fanning the grass she walked on then, endures: <br />Grey olive leaves beneath a rain-cold sky.<br /><br />Ezra Pound<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gentildonna/
