She Died In Beauty by Charles Doyne Sillery

She died in beauty, like a rose.
Blown from its parent stem;
She died in beauty, like a pearl
Dropped from some diadem.

She died in beauty, like a lay
Along a moonlit lake;
She died in beauty, like the song
Of birds among the brake.

She died in beauty, like the snow
On flowers dissolved away;
She died in beauty, like a star
Lost on the brow of day.

She lives in glory, like night’s gems
Set round the silver moon.
She lived in Glory, like the Sun
A mid the blue of June.

Charles Doyne Sillery (1807-1836), a Scottish (Irish-born) poet and writer.

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