WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded! <br />When thou wert carried to thy silent rest, <br />And every brow with heavy gloom was shaded, <br />And every heart with fond regret oppress'd,-- <br />Sweet was the thought thy brother gave to him <br />Who, far away on Ocean's restless wave, <br />Could not behold those fair eyes closed and dim, <br />Nor see thee laid in thy untimely grave! <br />And, pitying him who yet thy loss must hear,-- <br />Whose absent breast a later pang must feel,-- <br />Murmur'd, with touching sadness, by thy bier, <br />'Adieu for me! Adieu for Joinville!' <br />Sweet was the thought, and tender was the heart <br />Which thus remember'd all who in its love had part.<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xvi-5/
