Mark how she sleeps the long unending sleep And all my dreams sleep silent by her side, Beauty so fair on seeing her I weep That bounteous love did in my life reside.
Her coverlet these star-wrought tapestries As she rests at peace upon this golden soil, For now she soars beyond life's boundaries, Ended are the years of body's toil.
The night's soft grasses bend beside the rills To pillow her, does she remember me When the mystic moon falls white upon the hills In radiant moments of eternity?
It was joy that drew our kindred beings close For knowing her the flame yet brighter glows Though her spirit's flight is our earthly loss Great are the gifts the grace divine bestows
On men as I who knew such love as this And breathed the fragrance of the higher spheres Through this frail jar, this envelope of bliss, Companion of the soul's evolving years.
I go not to an empty house alone To face the barren winter of my days Bereft of laughter, all life's pleasures gone, Bur rather in these lonely nights to praise
And know that at the last God shall not fail Our souls; though times of sorrow still attend; He in human hearts will yet prevail, Return to me one who was both wife and friend.
Poems Undated (1727)
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