| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XXVI. Melancholy
In Memoriam | | By Richard Monckton Milnes, Lord Houghton (1809–1885) |
| | | ’TIS right for her to sleep between | |
| Some of those old Cathedral-walls, | |
| And right too that her grave is green | |
| With all the dew and rain that falls. | |
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| ’Tis well the organ’s solemn sighs | 5 |
| Should soar and sink around her rest, | |
| And almost in her ear should rise | |
| The prayers of those she loved the best. | |
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| ’Tis also well this air is stirred | |
| By Nature’s voices loud and low, | 10 |
| By thunder and the chirping bird, | |
| And grasses whispering as they grow. | |
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| For all her spirit’s earthly course | |
| Was as a lesson and a sign | |
| How to o’errule the hard divorce | 15 |
| That parts things natural and divine. | |
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| Undaunted by the clouds of fear, | |
| Undazzled by a happy day, | |
| She made a Heaven about her here, | |
| And took, how much! with her away. | 20 | | | |
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