Page:The Unconquered Air, Coates, 1912.djvu/30

 DEATHLESS DEATH

who have seen the seed fall without sound

Into the lifeless ground,

Through wintry days are tempted to forget

How Spring will come with the first violet

In her dark hair,

Fresh and more fair

Than we remembered her, a glad surprise

In the veiled azure of her shadowy eyes.

Fear doth the heart deceive,

And still we grieve

Where we should lift the voice

In triumph, and rejoice

Amid our sorrow,

Because of what the past

Has given that is beauteous and shall last—

A heritage of blessing for the morrow.

Lo, in what perfect trust

Nature confides her darlings to the dust!

The rose, the crocus, the narcissus sweet,

She lays to rest, undoubting, at her feet 14