Monday, May 20, 2013


Drowned! Drowned ! "-llamiet.
One more Unfortunate,
   Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
   Gone to her death!
Take her up tenderly,
    Lift her with care,­
Fashioned so slenderly,
 Young, and so fair!
Look at her garments
 Clinging like cerements;
    Whilst the wave constantly
Drips from her clothing; .
    Take her up instantly,
Loving, not loathing.
Touch her not scornfully;
Think of her mournfnlly,
Gently and humanly;
Not of the stains of her.
All that remains of her
Now is pure womanly.
Make no deep scrutiny
Into hoc mutiny
Rash and undutiful:
Past all dishonor,
Death has left on her
Only the beautiful.

Who was her father?
   Who was her mother?
Had she a sister?
Had she a brother?
Or was there a dearer one
Still, and a nearer one
Yet, than all other?
Alas! for the rarity
 Of Christian charity
Under the sun!
Oh! it was pitiful!
Near a whole city full,
   Home she had none.
Where the lamps quiver
So far in the river,
With many a light
From window and casement,
From garret to basement,
She stood with amazement,
Houseless by night.
Take her up tenderly,
   Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young, and so fair!
Owning her weakness,
    Her evil behavior,
And leaving, with meekness,
Her sins to her Saviour!
Thomas Hood.

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