Katharine Lee Bates - "Short Day and Long Remembrance" I lyrics

Our Wellesley knew thee but a few swift years, A maiden spirit, fresh as morning skies, Pale beauty of the face and frank young eyes With privacies of tenderness and tears. Half shy, half proud amid thy clustering peers Thou borest thee in queenly lily wise, Yet swaying toward them in a sweet surprise Of love and faith--prophetic atmospheres. For summer shone, and goldenly thine heart Bloomed into bliss, but now--oh, strange, new ache That makes itself familiar--now thou art A broken lily, all untimely dimmed, A broken lily, for whose vanished sake Our speech is faint, our eyes are overbrimmed.