Karen Keith
A ReminiscenceYES, thou art gone! and never moreThy sunny smile shall gladden me;But I may pass the old church door,And pace the floor that covers thee.May stand upon the cold, damp stone,And think that, frozen, lies belowThe lightest heart that I have known,The kindest I shall ever know.Yet, though I cannot see thee more,'Tis still a comfort to have seen;And though thy transient life is o'er,'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been;To think a soul so near divine,Within a form so angel fair,United to a heart like thine,Has gladdened once our humble sphere.By Anne BronteThe Poetry Foundation