| Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891. | | | | Remembrance | | By Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr (1825–1913) |
| | | I DO remind me how, when, by a bier, | |
| I looked my last on an unanswering face | |
| Serenely waiting for the grave’s embrace, | |
| One who would fain have comforted, said: “Dear, | |
| This is the worst. Life’s bitterest drop is here. | 5 |
| Impartial fate has done you this one grace, | |
| That till you go to your appointed place, | |
| Or soon or late, there is no more to fear.” | |
| It was not true, my soul! it was not true! | |
| “Thou art not lost while I remember thee, | 10 |
| Lover and friend!” I cry, with bated breath. | |
| What if the years, slow-creeping like the blue, | |
| Resistless tide, should blot that face from me? | |
| Not to remember would be worse than death! | | | | |
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