Verse > Anthologies > Francis T. Palgrave, ed. > The Golden Treasury
Francis T. Palgrave, ed. (1824–1897). The Golden Treasury.  1875.
C. Lamb
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,         5
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  10
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  15
        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.  20
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  25
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,  30
A bliss that would not go away, 
        A sweet fore-warning? 

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