L'ENVOI 



Yellow green beech leaves swinging over head 

 A carpet of the heaven-blue hyacinth spread 

 Starred with narcissus, set with campion red 

 Where Angelo lies dead. 



Dead is the lily that I laid with him 

 To bear him company ; yet on the rim 

 Of his small grave, a lily tall and slim 

 Offers her cup's white brim. 



Brim full is it of sacramental wine 

 The Wine of Life Eternal, that is mine, 

 The lily's, Angelo's— since all combine 

 Body and soul divine. 



Divine the World-soul seeking— who knows why 

 A Body in the earth, or sea, or sky 

 Close clung to Life, and yet without a sigh 

 Giving itself to die. 



Die then ye bodies ! Let the dust we make 

 Pass to fresh mouldings ; let our souls forsake 

 These little lives ; and to those next to wake 

 This mystic message take 



" Take, mortal, thou, This Body given for thee 

 Preserve thou it for life thou shalt not see, 

 Seek not to keep it ; bring it back to mc. 

 I am Eternity. 



" Eternity whose Harvest none can reap 

 Whose hands all equipoised the Balance keep 

 Eternity who smiles although men weep 

 And watches while men sleep." 



