S 0 N N E T Beautiful lady, lying white and prone With two clasped hands, holding your lilies close Smiling away hundreds of years in stone And your shut eyes, deep in profound repose. We standing round, adoring; as we look Upon your stillness, and your beauty, wondering Why you the world's ways, and its Joys forsook And sent your soul away from you far wandering. But when in Paradise, they join, no more to part Might I be there to meet you with a kiss, Or will some bygone man, with strange fierce heart Stand up in that new world, and claim you his. You and your soul, oh Lady, did you go Straight up to Heaven, with your hands clasped, just so.
