| Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916. | | | XVII. Bereavement The last Smile | | By John Ruskin (18191900) |
| | | SHE sat beside me yesternight, | |
| With lip and eye so sweetly smiling, | |
| So full of soul, of life, of light, | |
| So beautifully care-beguiling, | |
| That she had almost made me gay, | 5 |
| Had almost charmed the thought away | |
| (Which, like the poisoned desert wind, | |
| Came sick and heavy oer my mind), | |
| That memory soon mine all would be, | |
| And she would smile no more for me. | 10 | | | |
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