SHE pass'd away like morning dew <br /> Before the sun was high; <br />So brief her time, she scarcely knew <br /> The meaning of a sigh. <br /> <br />As round the rose its soft perfume, <br /> Sweet love around her floated; <br />Admired she grew--while mortal doom <br /> Crept on, unfear'd, unnoted. <br /> <br />Love was her guardian Angel here, <br /> But Love to Death resign'd her; <br />Tho' Love was kind, why should we fear <br /> But holy Death is kinder?<br /><br />Hartley Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/early-death-2/
