The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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XI.
I saw thy face in death;
Calm, lovely, almost girlish, so it seemed—
Lying like one that dreamed
A dream so sweet the dreamer held her breath.
Calm, lovely, almost girlish, so it seemed—
Lying like one that dreamed
A dream so sweet the dreamer held her breath.
Yet, mother, unto me
Thy lined sweet aged face was sweeter far:
Whatever angels are,
My need is not of angels, but of thee.
Thy lined sweet aged face was sweeter far:
Whatever angels are,
My need is not of angels, but of thee.
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