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

by 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.