Poignant Poem for Marguerite by Kate Seymour Maclean ✨

Marguerite,-oh Marguerite! <br />Thy sleep is sound, and still and sweet, <br />Framed in the pale gold of thy hair, <br />Thy face is like an angel's fair, <br />Marguerite,-oh Marguerite! <br /> <br />Tender curves of cheek and lips- <br />Sweet eyes hid in long eclipse- <br />Pale robes flowing to thy feet- <br />Folded hands that lightly meet,- <br />Marguerite,-oh Marguerite! <br /> <br />Sleep'st thou still?-the world awakes,- <br />Still the echo swells and breaks,- <br />Over field, and wood, and street <br />Easter anthems throb and beat,- <br />Marguerite,-oh Marguerite! <br /> <br />Christ the Lord is risen again,- <br />Hear'st thou not the glad refrain,- <br />Have those gentle lips no breath, <br />Smiling in the trance of death?- <br />Marguerite,-oh Marguerite! <br /> <br />In the grave from whence He rose, <br />Lay thee to thy long repose,- <br />Sweet with myrrh and spices,-sweet <br />With the footprints of His feet,- <br />Marguerite,-oh Marguerite! <br /> <br />Where His sacred head hath lain, <br />Thine may rest, secure from pain. <br />While the circling years go round, <br />Without motion,-without sound,- <br />Marguerite,-oh Marguerite!<br /><br />Kate Seymour Maclean<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/marguerite-2/