| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVI. Crossed Hands and Closed Eyes
Reply | | By Hartley Coleridge (1796–1849) |
| | | SHE pass’d away like morning dew, | |
| Before the sun was high; | |
| So brief her time, she scarcely knew | |
| The meaning of a sigh. | |
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| As round the rose its soft perfume, | 5 |
| Sweet love around her floated; | |
| Admired she grew—while mortal doom | |
| Crept on, unfear’d, unnoted. | |
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| Love was her guardian Angel here, | |
| But Love to Death resign’d her; | 10 |
| Tho’ Love was kind, why should we fear | |
| But holy Death is kinder? | | | | |
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