 | Poems on The Death of Priscilla Farmer |  |
SONNET.
[The piteous sobs that choak the Virgin's breath]
The piteous sobs that choak the Virgin's breathFor him, the fair betrothed Youth, who lies
Cold in the narrow dwelling, or the cries
With which a Mother wails her Darling's death,
These from our Nature's common impulse spring
Unblam'd, unprais'd; but o'er the piled earth,
Which hides the sheeted corse of grey-hair'd Worth,
If droops the soaring Youth with slacken'd wing;
If He recall in saddest minstrelsy
Each tenderness bestow'd, each truth imprest;
Such Grief is Reason, Virtue, Piety!
And from the Almighty Father shall descend
Comforts on his late Evening, whose young breast
Mourns with no transient love the Aged Friend.
S. T. COLERIDGE.
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