Updated September 23, 2019 | Infoplease Staff SongEdward J. O'BrienShe goes all so softly Like a shadow on the hill, A faint wind at twilight That stirs, and is still.She weaves her thoughts whitely, Like doves in the air, Though a gray mound in Flanders Clouds all that was fair. Mary Carolyn Davies: Smith, of the Third Oregon, dies The Second Book of Modern Verse Stephen Vincent Benét: Lonely Burial .com/t/poetry/modern-verse/her-song.html Sources Our Common Sources
