contributed by a friend.

the blue sky was her canopy;

the flower-gemmed turf, her shrine;

her incense, deep and fervent love,

pure from the heart’s rich mine.

her brow was fair, her eyes were mild,

her sunny smile was bright:

no discontent its shadow threw

across her spirit’s light.

angels their constant vigil kept,

and guarded her from harm;

breathing around her, while she slept,

a spirit-soothing charm.

but she hath left this guilt-stained earth:

no more her smiles may cheer;

no more her gentle voice of mirth

may breathe its music here.

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her haunts are desecrated now,

or desolate and lone;

and psyche’s palace, where she dwelt,

has ceased to be her home.