“a poem by Eleonora”
When some beloved voice that was to you
Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly
And silence against which you dare not cry,
Aches ‘round you like a strong disease and new—
What hope, what help, what music will undo
That silence to your senses? Not friendship’s sigh;
Not reason’s subtle count. No help for grief.
Speak now, availing Christ and fill this pause!