There it lies broken, as a shard,-
What breathed swveet music yesterday;
The source, all mute, has passed awuay
With its masked meaniingys still unmnarred.
But melody will never cease.!
Above the va-st cerulean sea
Of heaveni, created harmonrll
Rings and re-echoes its release!
So, this dumb instrumnent that 1i s
All ptou erlesss,-[ with spirit flown,
Beyond the veil of the Unkniotwn
To chant its lov e-hymned litanies,-]
Though it may thrill us here no more
With cadenced strain,-ini other spheres
Will rise above the vanquished years
And breathe its music as before!
Written December 7th, 1914.
Rose de Vaoux-Royer.
The spirit of Madison Cawein passed at midnight from this world of inti-
mate beauty "To stand a handsbreadth nearer Heajen and what is God!"