She sat upon the floor br Looking through a pile of letters, br She took them up and tossed them br Like so many cold ashes. br She took the familiar pages br And gazed at them strangely, br The way souls look from above br At their discarded bodies . . . br O, how much life was in them, br Life irrevocably lived! br O, how many bitter moments, br How much love and joy now dead! . . . br I stood silently aside br Ready to fall on my knees, br And I grew terribly sad, br As if in the presence of a dear ghost.