Delayed till she had ceased to know
DELAYED till she had ceased to know,
Delayed till in its vest of snow
Her loving bosom lay.{.indent-2}
An hour behind the fleeting breath,
Later by just an hour than death,—
Oh, lagging yesterday!{.indent-2}
Could she have guessed that it would be;
Could but a crier of the glee
Have climbed the distant hill;{.indent-2}
Had not the bliss so slow a pace,—
Who knows but this surrendered face
Were undefeated still?{:.indent-2}
Oh, if there may departing be
Any forgot by victory
In her imperial round,{.indent-2}
Show them this meek apparelled thing,
That could not stop to be a king,
Doubtful if it be crowned!{.indent-2}