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Hester

by Charles Lamb

 

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?