![]() 'She yet shall tread the flow'ry field, And catch the opening rose's breath: To watchful love disease shall yield, And friendship ward the shaft of death.' I said - yet a presaging tear Unbidden rose, and spoke more true - 'She still shall live - th' unfolding year Shall banish care, and health renew. Vain though they be, this heart must swell With grief that time shall ne'er efface And still with bitter pleasure dwell On ev'ry virtue, ev'ry grace.įor ever lost - I vainly dream'd That Heaven my early friend would spare And, darker as the prospect seem'd, The more I struggled with despair. Yet I behold the smile unfeign'd, Which doubt dispell'd and kindness won Yet the soft diffidence, that gain'd The triumph it appear'd to shun.ĭelusion all - forbear, my heart These unavailing throbs restrain, Destruction has perform'd his part, And Death proclaim'd - thy pangs are vain. That gentle bosom now is cold, Where feeling's vestal splendours glow'd And crumbling down to common mould, That heart where love and truth abode. On The Death Of A Sister by James Grahame (1765 – 1811)ĭear to my soul! ah, early lost! Affection's arm was weak to save: Now friendship's pride, and virtue's boast, Have come to an untimely grave!Ĭlosed, ever closed, those speaking eyes, Where sweetness beam'd, where candour shone And silent that heart-thrilling voice, Which music loved, and call'd her own. But the swan my sister called, "Sleep at last, little sister," And stroked all night, with a black wing, my wings. And "Sleep, little sister," the swan all sang From the moon and stars and frogs of the floor. ![]() "It is all a dream," I whispered, and reached from the down of the pallet I heard my harsh laugh go out to the shore And saw - saw at last, swimming up from the green Low mounds of the lake, the white stone swans: The white, named swans. sister," far away on the shore, And then as I opened my beak to answer Hairs of my wings sank away like stars In the ripples that ran in and out of the reeds: I heard through the lap and hiss of water Someone's "Sister. "Sister, here is your porridge, sister," I would call and the reeds would whisper, "Go to sleep, go to sleep, little swan." My legs were all hard and webbed, and the silky When the swans turned my sister into a swan I would go to the lake, at night, from milking: The sun would look out through the reeds like a swan, A swan's red beak and the beak would open And inside there was darkness, the stars and the moon. I will love you as I did then and will till the end. My mentor, protector, sister, soul-mate and friend. The wheels are still turning a pound for a ride but no one is home here no feeling inside I didn’t know you could live outside yourself so numb within Whilst the whole world sees you still functioning In the time here without you the point isn’t so clear As behind each breath taken is yet another tear The smile wears thin as it has to pretend That my soul is willing to endure life to its end.Īnd oh the hustle and bustle of days still roll along But there are no words spoken in poems and no tunes left in song A space remains empty where your beauty did shine - where like starlights your diamonds danced to the end of our time - for you it came sooner for me I must wait - to see that black hair flowing over heavens gate! ![]() Oh the most precious jewel that outshone any stone Left my heart empty and my spirit so alone. ![]() It’s a year and a moment since the birds announced you had flown In the stillness of night time taking you home.
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