MERCÉDÈS
by: Julia Caroline Ripley
Dorr (1825-1913)
- FAIR young queen, who liest dead
to-day
In thy proud palace oer the moaning sea,
With still, white hands that never more may be
Lifted to pluck lifes roses bright with May--
Little is it to you that, far away,
Where skies you knew not bend above the free,
Hearts touched with tender pity turn to thee,
And for thy sake a shadow dims the day!
But youth and love and womanhood are one,
Though across sundering seas their signals fly;
Young Loves pure kiss, the joy but just begun,
The hope of motherhood, thy peoples cry--
O thou fair child! was it not hard to die
And leave so much beneath the summer sun?
"Mercedes" is reprinted
from Scribner's Monthly (Vol. 16, issue 5), September,
1878. |
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