Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Sonnet 16. WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!

PRINCESS MARIE OF WIRTEMBURG.

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

1. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
2. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
3. The Lady of La Garaye - Dedication
4. Sonnet 4. BE frank with me, and I accept my lot
5. The Pilgrim of Life

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