Covington Hall, Songs of Love and Rebellion — The dead love (1915)
“ A strange, unearthly beauty palpitated through the air, But loveliness was loveliest where you were lying there. Around your queenly presence the departed soul still clung. It seemed that death had come as comes a song by angels sung, Had stolen on you unawares, as night steals on the day, And fixed in every feature, dear, the life it took away. ”
