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I	A
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OH watch me watch me still	B
Thro' the long night's dreary hours	C
Uphold by thy firm will	B
Worn Nature's sinking powers	C
II	A
	-
While yet thy face is there	D
The loose locks round it flying	E
So young and fresh and fair	D
I feel not I am dying	E
III	A
	-
Stoop down and kiss my brow	F
The shadows round me closing	E
Warn me that dark and low	G
I soon shall be reposing	E
IV	H
	-
But while those pitying eyes	I
Are bending thus above me	J
In vain the death dews rise	I
Thou dost regret and love me	J
V	J
	-
Then watch me thro' the night	K
Thro' my broken fitful slumber	L
By the pale lamp's sickly light	K
My dying moments number	L
VI	H
	-
Thy fond and patient smile	M
Shall soothe my painful waking	E
Thy voice shall cheer me while	M
The slow grey dawn is breaking	E
VII	H
	-
The battle slain whose thirst	N
No kindly hand assuages	I
Whose low faint farewells burst	N
Unheard while combat rages	I
VIII	H
	-
The exiled near whose bed	O
Some vision'd form seems weeping	E
Whose steps shall never tread	O
The land where he lies sleeping	E
IX	I
	-
The drown'd whose parting breath	P
Is caught by wild winds only	J
Theirs is the bitter death	P
Beloved for they die lonely	J
X	I
	-
But thus tho' rack'd to lie	H
Thou near tho' full of sadness	I
Leaves still e'en while I die	H
A lingering gleam of gladness	I
XI	I
	-
I feel not half my pain	Q
When to mine thy fond lip presses	I
I warm to life again	R
Beneath thy soft caresses	I
XII	I
	-
Once more oh yet once more	S
Fling fling thy white arms round me	I
As oft in days of yore	S
Their gentle clasp hath bound me	I
XIII	I
	-
And hold me to that breast	T
Which heaves so full with sorrow	G
Who knows where I may rest	T
In the dark and blank to morrow	G
XIV	H
	-
Ah weep not it shall be	I
An after thought to cheer thee	I
That while mine eyes could see	I
And while mine ears could hear thee	I
XV	H
	-
Thy voice and smile were still	B
The spells on which I doated	T
And thou through good and ill	B
To me and mine devoted	T
XVI	H
	-
And calmly by my tomb	U
When the low bright day declineth	I
And athwart the cypress gloom	U
The mellow sunset shineth	I
XVII	H
	-
Thou'lt sit and think of Him	V
Who of Heaven's immortal splendour	G
Had a dream on earth though dim	V
In thy love so pure and tender	G
XVIII	H
	-
Who scarcely feels thy touch	W
Whom thy voice can rouse no longer	G
But whose love on earth was such	W
That only death was stronger	G
XIX	I
	-
Yes sit but not in tears	I
Thine eyes in faith uplifting	E
From thy lot of changeful years	I
To the Heaven where naught is shifting	E
XX	I
	-
From this world where all who love	H
Are doomed alike to sever	G
To the glorious realms above	H
Where they dwell in peace for ever	G
XXI	I
	-
And then such hope shall beam	X
From the grave where I lie sleeping	E
This bitter hour shall seem	X
Too vague and far for weeping	E
XXII	I
	-
And grief ah hold me now	F
My fluttering pulse is failing	E
The death dews chill my brow	F
The morning light is paling	E
XXIII	I
	-
I seek thy gaze in vain	Q
Earth reels and fades before me	I
I die but feel no pain	Q
Thy sweet face shining o'er me	I

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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