She had an other-worldly air, br So like a flower she grew, br As if her thoughts and feelings were br The only life she knew. br She moved in other ways apart, br As in a secret place, br And the emotion of her heart br Seemed breathing in her face. br It was as if a faery power br Had charmed her with its mood, br And graced her with the dreamy dower br Of earthly angelhood. br And when Death touched her starry brow, br It seemed as if it were br The dream she was became somehow br Another dream of her.