Like a flower in the frost <br />Sweet Jenny lies, <br />With her frail hands calmly crossed, <br />And close-shut eyes. <br /> <br />Bring a candle, for the room <br />Is dark and cold, <br />Antechamber of the tomb-- <br />O grief untold! <br /> <br />Like a snowdrift is her bed, <br />Dinted the snow, <br />Faint frozen lines from foot to head,-- <br />She lies below. <br /> <br />Turn from off her shrouded face <br />The frigid sheet.... <br />Death hath doubled all her grace-- <br />O Jenny, sweet!<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jenny-dead/
