A Dream of a Blessed Spirit

All the heavy days are over; Leave the body’s coloured pride Underneath the grass and clover, With the feet laid side by side.

One with her are mirth and duty; Bear the gold embroidered dress, For she needs not her sad beauty, To the scented oaken press.

Hers the kiss of Mother Mary, The long hair is on her face; Still she goes with footsteps wary, Full of earth’s old timid grace.

With white feet of angels seven Her white feet go glimmering; And above the deep of heaven, Flame on flame and wing on wing.