Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched my Morning And untouched by Noon— Sleep the meek members of the Resurrection— Rafter of satin, And Roof of stone.
Light laughs the breeze In her Castle above them— Babbles the Bee in a stolid Ear, Pipe the Sweet Birds in ignorant cadence— Ah, what sagacity perished here!
version of 1859
Safe in their Alabaster Chambers— Untouched by Morning— And untouched by Noon— Lie the meek members of the Resurrection— Rafter of Satin—and Roof of Stone!
Grand go the Years—in the Crescent—above them— Worlds scoop their Arcs— And Firmaments—row— Diadems—drop—and Doges—surrender— Soundless as dots—on a Disc of Snow—
