Never More will the Wind

Never more will the wind
cherish you again,
never more will the rain.
Never more
shall we find you bright
in the snow and wind.
The snow is melted,
the snow is gone
and you are flown:
Like a bird out of our hand,
like a light out of our heart,
You are gone.
- Hilda Doolittle (Grief, death, poem, secular)