|When maidens such as Hester die,
|Their place ye may not well supply,
|Though ye among a thousand try
With 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 flush’d 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 train’d in Nature’s school,
Nature had blest her.
|A waking eye, a prying mind,
|A heart that stirs, 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 struck a bliss upon the day,
|A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet fore-warning?
| Classic Poems
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