The Countess Cathleen in Paradise + 

All the heavy days are over; + 

Leave the body’s coloured pride + 

Underneath the grass and clover, + 

With the feet laid side by side. + 

Bathed in flaming founts of duty + 

She’ll not ask a haughty dress; + 

Carry all that mournful beauty, + 

To the scented oaken press. + 

Did the kiss of Mother Mary, + 

Put that music in her face? + 

Yet she goes with footsteps wary, + 

Full of earth’s old timid grace. + 

’Mong the feet of angels seven + 

What a dancer glimmering! + 

All the heavens bow down to heaven, + 

Flame to flame and wing to wing. + 