1. Death called you, though calling you was bitterest,
And turning back was but a mourner's muted cries.

2. You left within the ribs a yearning memory
That will burn on beyond the last goodbyes.

3. You went as you had lived, a noble soul,
Fair-visaged and in name without surmise:

4. "And if you pictured yourself, you'd add no grace
To what inhered in you of nature's pride."