She Went Out Singing

She went out singing, and the poppies still
  Crowd round her door awaiting her return; 
She went out dancing, and the doleful rill
   Lingers beneath her walls her news to learn. 

Their love is but a seed of what she has sown;
Their grief is but a shadow of my own. 

O Tomb, O Tomb! did Zahra’s beauty fade, 
  Or dost thou still preserve it in thy gloom? 
O, Tomb, thou art nor firmament nor glade, 
   Yet in thee shines the moon and lilies bloom.