One more Unfortunate
Weary of breath Rashly importunate, Gone to her death!
Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Look at her garments Clinging like cerements; Whilst the wave constantly Drips from her clothing; Take her up instantly, Loving, not loathing.
Touch her not scornfully; Think of her mournfully, Gently and humanly; Not of the stains of her All that remains of her Now is pure womanly.
Make no deep scrutiny Into her mutiny Rash and undutiful :
Past all dishonour,
Death has left on her
Only the beautiful.
Still, for all slips of hers, One of Eve's family- Wipe those poor lips of hers Oozing so clammily.
The Bridge of Sighs
Loop up her tresses Escaped from the comb, Her fair auburn tresses; Whilst wonderment guesses Where was her home?
Who was her father?
Who was her mother?
Had she a sister?
Had she a brother?
Or was there a dearer one
Still, and a nearer one Yet, than all other?
Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
O! it was pitiful! Near a whole city full, Home she had none.
Sisterly, brotherly,
Fatherly, motherly
Feelings had changed:
Love, by harsh evidence,
Thrown from its eminence;
Even God's providence
Seeming estranged.
Where the lamps quiver So far in the river,
With many a light
From window and casement,
From garret to basement,
She stood, with amazement, Houseless by night.
The bleak wind of March Made her tremble and shiver; But not the dark arch,
The Bridge of Sighs
Or the black flowing river: Mad from life's history, Glad to death's mystery Swift to be hurl'd- Any where, any where Out of the world!
In she plunged boldly, No matter how coldly The rough river ran, Over the brink of it,— Picture it, think of it, Dissolute Man!
Lave in it, drink of it,
Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly, Young, and so fair!
Ere her limbs frigidly Stiffen too rigidly,
Decently, kindly,
Smooth and compose them;
And her eyes, close them,
Staring so blindly!
Dreadfully staring Thro' muddy impurity, As when with the daring Last look of despairing Fix'd on futurity.
Perishing gloomily, Spurr'd by contumely, Cold inhumanity,
Burning insanity,
-Cross her hands humbly As if praying dumbly, Over her breast!
Owning her weakness,
Her evil behaviour,
And leaving, with meekness,
Her sins to her Saviour.
away in beauty's bloom!
On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear
Their leaves, the earliest of the year, And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom :
And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead Away! we know that tears are vain, That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou, who tell'st me to forget,
Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
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, 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 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 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.
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 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, A bliss that would not go away, A sweet fore-warning?
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