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Poem
December 28, 1824
The New Hampshire Gazette
Portsmouth, Rockingham County, New Hampshire
What is this article about?
A young widow mourns her husband's death, rejecting sympathy to grieve alone, cherishing illusions of his warmth and their past love, finding solace in prolonged grief.
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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 illumines his face!
His spirit sure is not yet fled,—
Else how could he 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 mem'ry 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 illumines his face!
His spirit sure is not yet fled,—
Else how could he 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 mem'ry 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
Husband
Love
Illusion
Sorrow
Poem Details
Title
The Young Widow
Subject
Mourning Her Young Husband's Death
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,