Early Death
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?
Hartley Coleridge
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