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. —