Katharine Lee Bates

Aug. 12, 1859 - Mar. 28, 1929



by Katharine Lee Bates

Let the fires be swift, not slow.
In the terror of the glow
Let the awful change be wrought
Till the flesh is light as thought.

Will the spirit not pause and wait
For her wonted faring-mate
If it follow as pale motes may
Up the slanting sunbeam way;

If it drift as ashes might
On the fragrances of night,
By that one white breath of heat
Shriven to pure and sweet?


Yellow Clover: A Book Of Remembrance
Copyright 1922
E. P. Dutton & Company, New York