Soundless you ceased to be, Oh my daughter. Unliving A shell of a life A sigh with no start. Is it better To live, twenty years and more, To long and yearn, To lose the distance That never comes? Or does the pulling darkness, The lack of time, Beguile you more? I never saw your face at all My dear, dead child. The echo of your birth Lives down the years, The you I never saw That others saw, then looked away, As though you were not fair. My daughter, You are gone. You will not walk Through dark nights or bright days. You are fair and gone.