Innocence

Contributed by a friend.

The blue sky was her canopy;
The flower-gemmed turf, her shrine;
Her incense, deep and fervent love,
Pure from the heart�s rich mine.

Her brow was fair, her eyes were mild,
Her sunny smile was bright:
No discontent its shadow threw
Across her spirit�s light.

Angels their constant vigil kept,
And guarded her from harm;
Breathing around her, while she slept,
A spirit-soothing charm.

But she hath left this guilt-stained earth:
No more her smiles may cheer;
No more her gentle voice of mirth
May breathe its music here.

Her haunts are desecrated now,
Or desolate and lone;
And Psyche�s palace, where she dwelt,
Has ceased to be her home.