Dying And Yet Living

By Theodore Tilton

I.

She died -- yet is not dead!
Ye saw a daisy on her tomb:
It bloomed to die -- she died to bloom:
Her summer hath not sped.

II.

She died -- yet is not dead!
Ye saw her jewels all unset;
But God let fall a coronet
To crown her ransomed head.

III.

She died -- yet is not dead:
Ye saw her gazing toward a sky
Whose lights are shut from mortal eye:
She lingered -- yearned -- and fled.

IV.

She died -- yet is not dead!
Through pearly gate, on golden street,
She went her way with shining feet: --
Go ye, and thither tread!