Evanescence

             You are like a pale purple flower

             in the blue spring dusk

             You are like a yellow star

             budding and blowing

             in an apricot sky

             You are like the beauty

             of a voice

             remembered after death

             You are like thin, white petals

             falling

                     and

                         floating

                                  down

             upon the white stilled hushing

                       of my soul.

                 Angelina Weld Grimke, 1905