The Dust of Timas

This is the dust of Timas! Here inurned Rest the dear ashes where so late had burned Her spirit’s flame. She perished, gentle maid, Before her bridal day and now a shade, Silent and sad, she evermore must be In the dark chamber of Persephone. When life had faded with the flower and leaf, Each girl friend sweet, in token of her grief, Resigned her severed locks with bended head, Beauty’s fair tribute to the lovely dead.