Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
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TO THE MEMORY OF ------.
I
I once could hope—alas! no moreHer bright wings wave for me;
The sunlit hours of life are o'er,
I weep, dear love, for thee!
II
And in those tears—and in that sighWill fond remembrance dwell;
'Tis all remains when dear ones lie
Within death's darksome cell.
III
So young! so pure!—alas! that thouIn marble tomb should sleep!
And leave the weary heart and brow
Thy vigils lone to keep.
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IV
And yet 'tis better thus than feelThe crushed heart's mad despair;
Alas! no balm those woes may heal
Love—death—have planted there.
V
Farewell! farewell! my buried love,No pangs may wring thy heart;
Enough for me to gaze above,
To meet where none may part!
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||