Thompson, Priscilla Jane
|LINES ON A DEAD GIRL.|
LINES ON A DEAD GIRL.
CLOSE the dim eyes, for expression hath
Arrange the limp hands, ere stiffness ensure;
Cover her o'er, with a cloth of pure whiteness;
Reverence her clay, it is all we can do.
Never again shall those calm lips be parted,
Displaying the pearl in the sunshine of mirth;
Never those dim eyes in sympathy kindle,
Nature hath claimed her dust for the earth.
Ever her image is bright in our vision,
Recalling so vividly, days that are fled;
Days, when her light step, her smile, and
Seemed more for the living, than marked
for the dead.28
Short was her day--so early she faded;
Sank as the sun sinks, behind a great hill--
And, though his grand form is lost to the
The light of his splendor is lingering still.
Long may the light of her splendor be
Spreading a balm, that shall soothe ev'ry
Soon may we muse on her, with resignation;
Saying, `Amen' to her summons to rest.