Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.
Softly woo away her breathBryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall) (17871874)
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Gentle Death!
Let her leave thee with no strife,
Tender, mournful, murmuring Life;
She hath seen her happy day;
She hath had her bud and blossom;
Now she pales and shrinks away,
Earth, into thy gentle bosom.
Angels dear!
Bear her perfect soul above,
Seraph of the skies—sweet Love!
Good she was, and fair in youth;
And her mind was seen to soar,
And her heart was wed to truth;
Take her, then, for evermore,—
For ever—evermore!