By Veronica Murray ’26
476
Days retired
Somehow night
coming from the
Good.
butterfly
too fragile
for Immortality.
Heaven
So proud he was to die.
winds
live without —
a symptom of affection.
you’ll find the music.
Step lightly on this narrow spot!
their refreshing minds
begin look,
I may be night.
Superfluous
to fate.
Surgeons must be
hostiler than Death.
perished
secrets
Taken from men
Heaven
to a beggar
was Us —
That first day when you praised me,
That I did always love, …
ended. —