Here you will find the Poem Beyond The Shadow of poet Augusta Davies Webster
SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow, And then 'tis past. 'Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow; Blue skies succeed skies overcast: Why should grief last? Something that's passing, something dying. Well, weep one's fill, Spend grief's sweet courtesy, go sighing; But violets break from snow-time's chill: Who can mourn still? Aye, let me pass. No life will miss me Save few first days. A shudder, stooping down to kiss me, A little love and tardy praise; Then the old ways.
