Janet Hamilton - Decay

THE MAIDEN

I gazed on a beautiful girl,
How bright were the tints on her cheek!
How brilliant the light in her eyes!-
Her manner soft, pensive, and meek.


So full of sad sweetness her smile,
Her voice like the low breathing flute;
Her fingers long, slender and white,
And soft the light fall of her foot.


But ah! the chill hand of desay
Lay cold on her white, heaving breast;
She faded away with the leaf-
The Autumn winds sung to her rest.


THE YOUTH

A stripling, fair, slender, and tall,
And pale as the lily of May-
The down yet unmown on his cheek-
Is drooping in early decay.


He strays by the lake and the stream,
Inhaling the health-bringing breeze;
Feeble his step, and panting his breath,
As he lingers beneath the trees.


Gloomy and stern November came,
'Twas cloudy, and stormy, and cold;
The death-cold youth is borne away
In his frozen mantle's fold.


THE AGED

That stooping and tottering form!
He is wrinkled, hoary, and pale:
Slow decay is sapping his life,
And desire has begun to fail.


The silver cord that bound his life
Is loosened; the aged form
Reposes now on his narrow bed,
With darkness, decay, and the worm.


The human form, each thing that lives,
And grows on this perishing earth-
The trees, the plants, the flowers, the fruits-
Inherit decay from their birth.


The heavens, with the shining stars,
Grow old and must suffer decay,
And, like a worn garment, be changed,
And vanish for ever away.

Janet Hamilton

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