In Nature’s hand death defies grief
Its beauty undeterred
As lofty limb is weaned of leaf
And shadow-scrim is shirred
Where, though the lilt of summer green
Quilts earth with bronze and rust
It strikes a sacred chord between
The Dreamer and the Dust
…for Beauty does not bow her head
Or break beneath the toll
That drives the leaf-song to a bed
That harbours all but soul
As font of farewell fills the rill
With taunt of season spent
It draws the eye toward the hill
Where death defies lament
© Janet Martin
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