Poems (Davidson)/On the Death of the Beautiful Mrs. ———

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4596748Poems — On the Death of the Beautiful Mrs. ———Lucretia Maria Davidson
ON THE DEATH OF THE BEAUTIFUL MRS. * * * * *.
I saw her when life's tide was high,
When youth was hov'ring o'er her brow,
When joy was dancing in her eye,
And her cheek blushed hope's crimson glow.

I saw her 'mid a fairy throng
She seemed the gayest of the gay;
I saw her lightly glide along
'Neath beauty's smile and pleasure's lay.

I saw her in her bridal robe;
The blush of joy was mounting high;
I marked her bosom's heaving throb,
I marked her dark and downcast eye.

I saw her when a mother's love
Asked at her hand a mother's care;
She looked an angel from above,
Hovering round a cherub fair.

I saw her not till, cold and pale,
She slumbered on Death's icy arm;
The rose had faded on her cheek,
Her lip had lost its power to charm.

The eye was dim which brightly shone;
That brow was cold; that heart was still;
The witcheries of that form had flown;
The lifeless clay had ceased to feel.

I saw her wedded to the grave;
Her bridal robes were weeds of death;
And o'er her pale, cold brow was hung
The damp sepulchral icy wreath.