[Pokesan]

Sweet, mournful eyes, long closed upon earth's sorrow,
Sleep restfully after life's fevered dream !
Sleep, wayward heart, till on some bright cool morrow,
Thy soul, refreshed, shall bathe in morning's beam.

Though cloud and shadow rest upon thy story,
and rude hands lift the drapery of thy pall,
Time as a birthright, shall restore the glory,
And Heaven rekindle all the stars that fall