Poems (Nealds)/On the Death of ———
ON THE DEATH OF ———.
Yes! yes! I caught her parting breath, I clos'd her once bright beaming eye;And, standing by her bed of death, I learnt a lesson—how to die.
No sigh reliev'd my o'ercharg'd breast, No kindly tear roll'd down my cheek;My lips to her cold lips were prest, I felt the grief which cannot speak.