He and She Author : Sir Edwin Arnold "She is dead!' they said to him; "come away; Kiss her and leave her--thy love is clay!" They smoothed her tresses of dark brown hair; On her forehead of stone they laid it fair; With a tender touch they closed up so well The sweet thin lips that had secrets to tell; About her brows and beautiful face They tied her veil and her marriage lace; And over her bosom they crossed her hands, "Come away!" they said; "God understands." And they held their breath till they left the room, With a shudder to glance at its stillness and gloom. But he who loved her too well to dread The sweet, the stately, the beautiful dead, He lighted his lamp and took the key And turned it--alone again, he and she.