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Poem
January 7, 1825
Constitutional Whig
Richmond, Virginia
What is this article about?
A young widow expresses her profound grief and reluctance to part with her deceased husband's body, cherishing illusions of his lingering presence and the memories of their love.
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POETRY.
From the Connecticut Mirror.
THE YOUNG WIDOW.
"O let my mourning have its way,
Your sympathy I cannot heed:
When half the heart is torn away,
The other part will surely bleed."
"There is a sacredness in grief--
True sorrow loves to be alone,
Your pity cannot give relief,
My anguish must be all my own."
"I go to clasp his manly form;
How lovely still he looks in death!
It seems as if his lips were warm,
And mine did feel its balmy breath."
"It seems as if his hand press'd mine,
In token of affection true,
To tell me that our hearts still join,
As when our youthful love was new."
"See what a smile illumes his face!
His spirit sure is not yet fled;--
Else how could be such heavenly grace
O'er all his placid features shed."
"Ah! fond deceit, illusion dear!
A little longer wilt thou last;
It soothes me thus to linger here,
And cherish memory of the past."
"Bring not too soon his winding sheet,
Nor bear him from my sight away;
The luxury of grief is sweet,
Let me a little longer stay."
From the Connecticut Mirror.
THE YOUNG WIDOW.
"O let my mourning have its way,
Your sympathy I cannot heed:
When half the heart is torn away,
The other part will surely bleed."
"There is a sacredness in grief--
True sorrow loves to be alone,
Your pity cannot give relief,
My anguish must be all my own."
"I go to clasp his manly form;
How lovely still he looks in death!
It seems as if his lips were warm,
And mine did feel its balmy breath."
"It seems as if his hand press'd mine,
In token of affection true,
To tell me that our hearts still join,
As when our youthful love was new."
"See what a smile illumes his face!
His spirit sure is not yet fled;--
Else how could be such heavenly grace
O'er all his placid features shed."
"Ah! fond deceit, illusion dear!
A little longer wilt thou last;
It soothes me thus to linger here,
And cherish memory of the past."
"Bring not too soon his winding sheet,
Nor bear him from my sight away;
The luxury of grief is sweet,
Let me a little longer stay."
What sub-type of article is it?
Elegy
What themes does it cover?
Death Mourning
Love Courtship
What keywords are associated?
Young Widow
Mourning
Grief
Death
Love
Illusion
What entities or persons were involved?
From The Connecticut Mirror.
Poem Details
Title
The Young Widow.
Author
From The Connecticut Mirror.
Subject
A Young Widow Mourning Her Husband's Death
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
"O Let My Mourning Have Its Way,
Your Sympathy I Cannot Heed:
When Half The Heart Is Torn Away,
The Other Part Will Surely Bleed."
"There Is A Sacredness In Grief
True Sorrow Loves To Be Alone,
Your Pity Cannot Give Relief,
My Anguish Must Be All My Own."
"Bring Not Too Soon His Winding Sheet,
Nor Bear Him From My Sight Away;
The Luxury Of Grief Is Sweet,
Let Me A Little Longer Stay."