| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | X. The Pity of It
Afterwards | | By 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. | |
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| Her soul was chartered for great deeds, | 5 |
| For gentle war unwonted here: | |
| Her spirit sought her clearer needs, | |
| An Empyrean atmosphere. | |
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| At hush of eve we hear her still | |
| Say with her clear, her perfect smile, | 10 |
| And with her silver-throated thrill: | |
| ‘A little while—a little while.’ | | | | |
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