Just before his Death. <br /> <br />WHY should I wish to hold in this low sphere <br />'A frail and feverish being?' wherefore try <br />Poorly from day to day to linger here, <br />Against the powerful hand of Destiny? <br />By those who know the force of hopeless care <br />On the worn heart--I sure shall be forgiven, <br />If to elude dark guilt, and dire despair, <br />I go uncall'd--to mercy and to heaven! <br />O thou! to save whose peace I now depart, <br />Will thy soft mind thy poor lost friend deplore, <br />When worms shall feed on this devoted heart, <br />Where even thy image shall be found no more? <br />Yet may thy pity mingle not with pain, <br />For then thy hapless lover--dies in vain!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxv-by-the-same/
