THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE
 
 ALL the heavy days are over;
 Leave the body's coloured pride
 Underneath the grass and clover,
 With the feet laid side by side.
 Bathed in flaming founts of duty
 She'll not ask a haughty dress;
 Carry all that mournful beauty
 To the scented oaken press.
 Did the kiss of Mother Mary
 Put that music in her face?
 Yet she goes with footstep wary,
 Full of earth's old timid grace.
 'Mong the feet of angels seven
 What a dancer glimmering!
 All the heavens bow down to Heaven,
 Flame to flame and wing to wing.