The morning dew is gone from your fair face

Requiem for an Angel

by Greta Gale

The morning dew is gone from your fair face

the sun behind your brown eyes put to rest

because you fell in love with his cool grace

and felt that roar of romance in your breast

His golden words and beauty stole your heart

and showed you life beyond the life you knew

then, when this knowledge ruined your flawless art

your golden lover turned his back on you

Sweet Sybil! You are far too young to die

and Heaven knows his beauty is a mask

those ruby lips know how to tell a lie

and how to steer your hands to such dark tasks

The curtain closes on your final part:

a dying angel with a shattered heart