WHEN maidens such as Hester die, Their place ye may not well supply, Though ye among a thousand try, Wity vain endeavour. A month or more hath she been dead, Yet cannot I by force be led To think upon the wormy bed, And her together. A springy motion in her gait, A rising step, did indicate Of pride and joy no common rate, That flushed her spirit. I know not by what name beside I shall it call:--if 'twas not pride, It was a joy to that allied, She did inherit. Her parents held the Quaker rule, Which doth the human feeling cool, But she was trained in Nature's school, Nature had blest her. A waking eye, a prying mind, A heart that atirs, is hard to bind, A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind, Ye could not Hester. My sprightly neighbour, gone before To that unknown and silent shore, Shall we not meet, as heretofore, Some summer morning, When from thy cheerful eyes a ray Hath atruck a bliss upon the day, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: THE FOX; FOR ANN PEARN by EDITH SITWELL THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TWO WOMEN by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS PHRYGES: JUSTICE PROTECTS THE KING by AESCHYLUS WHAT DICK AN' I DID by WILLIAM BARNES WHO SEEKS THE KING by LARENE KING BLEECKER THE WARTONS AND OTHER EARLY ROMANTIC LANDSCAPE-POETS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |