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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

Afterwards

Duncan Campbell Scott (1862–1947)

HER life was touched with early frost,

About the April of her day,

Her hold on earth was lightly lost,

And like a leaf she went away.

Her soul was chartered for great deeds,

For gentle war unwonted here:

Her spirit sought her clearer needs,

An Empyrean atmosphere.

At hush of eve we hear her still

Say with her clear, her perfect smile,

And with her silver-throated thrill:

‘A little while—a little while.’