Duncan Campbell Scott - Afterwards

Her life was touched with early frost, <br />About the April of her day, <br />Her hold on earth was lightly lost, <br />And like a leaf she went away. <br /> <br />Her soul was chartered for great deeds, <br />For gentle war unwonted here: <br />Her spirit sought her clearer needs, <br />An Empyrean atmosphere. <br /> <br />At hush of eve we hear her still <br />Say with her clear, her perfect smile, <br />And with her silver-throated thrill: <br />"A little while - a little while."<br /><br />Duncan Campbell Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afterwards-2/