 | Poems by William Stanley Roscoe |  |
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EPITAPH ON A LADY,
WHO DIED SOON AFTER HER MARRIAGE.
Daughters of Erin, bow your heads and weepO'er this fair tomb, where love and beauty sleep;
Where fond affection bends with bosom'd breath,
And faith looks homeward from the realms of death.
O mourn the stranger, who from Albion's isle,
Led by soft hopes, and Love's all ruling smile,
Gave to the desert waves her lovely form,
And met with quenchless heart the ocean storm.
—O'er the dark rolling deep preceding bright,
Love wav'd his torch amid the starless night;
Walk'd on the mountain wave, or thro' the abyss
Of whelming billows bore the torch of bliss;
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Than Death reversed it to relume no more.
To this sad urn the fragrant cypress bring,
With the soft violets of the budding spring;
Breathe the deep sigh, unzone the sobbing breast,
And bid these ashes in sweet slumbers rest;
Shed the warm tear, that tells the long adieu,
Join your faint hands and turn with lingering view;
Till silence, gathering on your sister woes,
Casts o'er the sacred scene a long repose.
| Poems by William Stanley Roscoe | |