A Reminiscence

YES, thou art gone ! and never more
     Thy 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 below
   The 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.