Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird,
And the long sighing grass her elegy;
She who a woman was is now a star
In the high heaven shining down on me.
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“HER EYES ARE BLUEBELLS NOW” · Richard Le Gallienne · Poetry Cove