Early Death - Hartley Coleridge

She passed away like morning dew
Before the sun was high;
So brief her time, she scarcely knew
The meaning of a sigh.

As round the rose its soft perfume,
Sweet love around her floated;
Admired she grew - while mortal doom
Crept on, un-feared, un-noted.

Love was her guardian angel here,
But love to death resigned her;
Though love was kind, why should we fear
But holy death is kinder?



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