To The Memory Of Henry Kirk White Poem by Lucretia Maria Davidson

To The Memory Of Henry Kirk White



(Written in her thirteenth year.)

In yon lone valley where the cypress spreads
Its gloomy, dark, impenetrable shades
The mourning Nine , o'er White's untimely grave
Murmur their sighs, like Neptune's troubled wave.

There sits Consumption, sickly, pale, and thin,
Her joy evincing by a ghastly grin;
There his deserted garlands with'ring lie,
Like him they droop, like him untimely die.

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