A Requiem

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A Requiem

O, insatiable monster! Could’st thou not

In pity turn aside thy venomed shaft

From her my gifted, darling friend?

Has sympathy within thy breast

No trysting place?

That thou must come

At spring-time when the flowerets bloom

To bear my loved one to the tomb?

So young was she; life’s woes had not yet dimmed

The joyous sunshine of her girlhood’s days;

She did not quaff the dregs of time,

But, like some rosebud prematurely culled,

She sped away, and o’er her grave

So peacefully the willows wave,

And dewdrops, her calm bosom lave.

Tread not the earth where sleeps my loved one’s form;

But place it lightly on her marble brow.

Bid birdies sing at set of sun

To gladden Fannie’s lowly home;

Bid rippling springs with shining spray,

And sylvan notes and songsters lay

Unite, to chase the gloom away.

Blest child! she did not tarry long, and yet⁠—

O, happy thought⁠—she did not live in vain,

If truly she did seek and find

The “Pearl of Price,” that precious boon,

Then ne’er to her could come too soon

The summons to an early tomb.

Blest child, rest! while gentle zephyrs breathe

Their fragrance through the waving trees;

All nature decked in gorgeous array

Is reveling now, but soon alas!

Like thee, ’twill fade.

The autumn’s knell

Will ere long peal like funeral bell

Its dirgelike sounds, “Friend, fare thee well.”