Katharine Lee Bates - "The Rest Is Silence" I lyrics

The shadow of d**h's wing had fallen grey Upon her face, the mother-face, our star Of home since life first read its calendar Within our smiles; we felt her slip away, Our vain hold clinging to an empty clay, Down that hushed valley where the white mists are, On to its utmost verge, so far, so far That her return was but as spirits may Briefly revisit earth. For oh, she shone Transfigured, yet so winsome, that our awe Was blended with her own beatitude. The burden of her fourscore years was gone; Escaped from Time, she mocked his mighty law; Her children looked upon her maidenhood.