| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
A STRANGE WISH. 281
And when they hid forever, that cherish'd form
so dear, His soft, blue eye he lifted, that glisten'd through
a tear: " Why do they plant it, father,—that lovely babe
of ours ? Why do they plant my brother, as sister plants
the flowers ?" Ah! like the grain that moulders, awhile hid from
the sight, To rise in life and freshness, more beautiful and
bright; So that sweet bud of beauty, that germ of priceless worth, Shall spring in all its fragrance from that lone bed
of earth.
1844.
A STRANGE WISH.
0,1 wish I had wings !—said a lovely girl, As she shook from her forehead a shadowing cur], And eagerly raised her beaming eye, That caught its sweet blue from the arching sky; Her cheek was flush'd and her brow was pale, And her form like the passion-flower was frail: That morn she had follow'd the butterfly's flight, "Till the flush on her cheek had grown strangely bright, |
||