Sonnet LXXXI. On A Lock Of Miss Sarah Seward's Hair Who Died In Her Twentieth Year.
My Angel Sister, tho' thy lovely form Perish'd 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 Vanish'd long since; deep in the silent shrine Wither'd to shapeless Dust! - and of their grace Memory alone retains the faithful trace. - Dear Lock, had thy sweet Owner liv'd, ere now Time on her brow had faded thee! - My care Screen'd from the sun and dew thy golden glow; And thus her early beauty dost thou wear, Thou all of that fair Frame my love cou'd save From the resistless ravage of the GRAVE!
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