Poem by Charles Lamb

Hester

WHEN maidens such as Hester die
Their place ye may not well supply,
Though ye among a thousand try
     With vain endeavour.

A month or more hath she been dead,
Yet cannot I by force be led
To think upon the wormy bed
     And her together.

A springy motion in her gait,
A rising step, did indicate
Of pride and joy no common rate,
     That flush'd her spirit:

I know not by what name beside
I shall it call: if 'twas not pride,
It was a joy to that allied,
     She did inherit.

Her parents held the Quaker rule,
Which doth the human feeling cool;
But she was train'd in Nature's school;
     Nature had blest her.

A waking eye, a prying mind;
A heart that stirs, is hard to bind;
A hawk's keen sight ye cannot blind;
     Ye could not Hester.

My sprightly neighbour! gone before
To that unknown and silent shore,
Shall we not meet, as heretofore,
     Some summer morning—

When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss that would not go away,
     A sweet forewarning?

1. Breakfast
2. The Peach
3. As When a Child on Some Long Winter's Night
4. Beauty's Song
5. The Boy and the Skylark

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