My Angel Sister, though thy lovely form Perished in youth's gay morning, yet is mine This precious ringlet! -- still the soft hairs shine, Still glow the nut-brown tints, all bright and warm With sunny gleam! -- Alas! each kindred charm Vanished long since; deep in the silent shrine Withered to shapeless dust! -- and of their grace Memory alone retains the faithful trace. -- Dear lock, had thy sweet owner lived, ere now Time on her brow had faded thee! -- My care Screened from the sun and dew thy golden glow; And thus her early beauty dost thou wear, Thou @3all@1 of that fair frame my love could save From the resistless ravage of the @3grave!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SORROW by AUBREY THOMAS DE VERE EPIGRAM: 45. ON MY FIRST SON by BEN JONSON IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THY DREAMS OMINOUS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A TALE OF VILLAFRANCA; TOLD IN TUSCANY by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |