A time has been set to its aching


When the knell rung for the dying
soundeth for me
and my corpse coldly is lying
neath the green tree
When the turf strangers are heaping
covers my breast
Come not to gaze on me weeping
I am at rest
All my life coldly and sadly
The days have gone by
I who dreamed wildly and madly
am happy to die
Long since my heart has been breaking
Its pain is past
A time has been set to its aching
Peace comes at last

– Emily Georgiana