Still (Author Unknown)

Still she keeps rocking him,
Ever caressing him,
Brushing his hair from his colorless brow;
Softly they've whispered her,
"Life has gone out of him;"
Gently she answers, "How still he is now!"
Still she keeps rocking him,
As though she would shake from him
The cold band of death, like the weights from his eyes;
Rocking the clay of him,
While softly the soul of him
Angels are rocking far up in the skies.

Still (Author Unknown)