“She died in beauty”

She died in beauty,—like a rose   Blown from its parent stem; She died in beauty,—like a pearl   Dropped from some diadem. She died in beauty,—like a lay   Along a moonlit lake; She died in beauty,—like the song   Of birds amid the brake. She died in beauty,—like the snow   On flowers dissolved away; She died in beauty,—like a star   Lost on the brow of day. She lives in glory,—like night’s gems   Set round the silver moon; She lives in glory,—like the sun   Amid the blue of June.