The silent woman in the church On nerves and vitriol does her work. Doilies of the crucifixion From warm young hands spread benediction. Beyond the garden, where interred Repose parental elders of the herd, A picket fence keeps neat within A few old sinners gone to Hell again. The silent woman in the church Tho' fourteen summers have blown away Hiked up her heavy velvet skirts Fourteen summers ago today. And love was in her dawning eyes And a wild slow dance in her step.... She turned a measure from where the graveyard lay Like a promise not yet kept.