She who took such delight
In all God’s creatures, all His flowers,
Was with us then,
Her eyes filled with elusive light
That dawned not on the world of men.
She had a vision that was never ours
We little knew, as down the glen
We wandered, this for her
Would be farewell
To gorse and heather, plants and trees.
Already in her ears
That caught no note of human voice,
That heard no earthly melodies,
There rang the passing bell
That summoned her
To realms more fair than these.
And now when I rejoice
In linnet’s song and woodland dell
My joy is made complete,
For now I know her feet
On softer ground more safely tread;
And though she is to flesh and matter dead,
Yet with her all is well.
Mona’s Herald 20.2.62