See that fallen Princess! her splendor is gone-- <br />The pomp of her morning is over; <br />Her day-star of pleasure refuses to dawn, <br />She wanders a nocturnal rover. <br /> <br />Alas! she resembles Jerusalem's fall, <br />The fate of that wonderful city; <br />When grief with astonishment rung from the wall, <br />Instead of the heart-cheering ditty. <br /> <br />When music was silent, no more to be rung, <br />When Sion wept over her daughter; <br />On grief's drooping willows their harps they were hung, <br />When pendent o'er Babylon's water. <br /> <br />She looks like some Star that has fall'n from her sphere, <br />No more by her cluster surrounded; <br />Her comrades of pleasure refuse her to cheer, <br />And leave her dethron'd and confounded. <br /> <br />She looks like some Queen who has boasted in vain, <br />Whose diamond refuses to glitter; <br />Deserted by those who once bow'd in her train, <br />Whose flight to her soul must be bitter. <br /> <br />She looks like the twilight, her sun sunk away, <br />He sets; but to rise again never! <br />Like the Eve, with a blush bids farewell to the day, <br />And darkness conceals her forever.<br /><br />George Moses Horton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-loss-of-female-character/
