H. B. Sargent

“ Weaves warp and woof from sky to earth,
In mist that seems a mortal's shroud,
In light that hails an angel's birth.
Thought vainly strives, with life's dull load,
To mount through ether rare and thin ”

“ While in the shroud of desolate years
⁠Dead Love awaits the immortal sign.
This work was published before January 1, 1928, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”