Supposed to have been written in a church-yard, over br the grave of a young woman of nineteen. br THOU! who sleep'st where hazle-bands entwine br The vernal grass, with paler violets drest; br I would, sweet maid! thy humble bed were mine, br And mine thy calm and enviable rest. br For never more by human ills opprest br Shall thy soft spirit fruitlessly repine: br Thou canst not now thy fondest hopes resign br Even in the hour that should have made thee blest. br Light lies the turf upon thy virgin breast; br And lingering here, to love and sorrow true, br The youth who once thy simple heart possest br Shall mingle tears with April's early dew; br While still for him shall faithful Memory save br Thy form and virtues from the silent grave.