Sydney Thompson Dobell (Сидней Томпсон Добелл)

On the Death of Mrs. Browning

WHICH of the Angels sang so well in Heaven
That the approving Archon of the quire
Cried, “Come up hither!” and he, going higher,
Carried a note out of the choral seven;
Whereat that cherub to whom choice is given
Among the singers that on earth aspire
Beckon’d thee from us, and thou, and thy lyre
Sudden ascended out of sight? Yet even
In Heaven thou weepest! Well, true wife, to weep!
Thy voice doth so betray that sweet offence
That no new call should more exalt thee hence
But for thy harp. Ah, lend it, and such grace
Shall still advance thy neighbor that thou keep
Thy seat, and at thy side a vacant place! 

1. The Army Surgeon
2. The Market-Wife's Song
3. The Olive
4. Under Especial Blessing
5. On Receiving a Book from Dante Rossetti

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