Elegy Poem by Sophia White

Her hands once held the daffodils
And gathered up the lilies
In bundles tied with a lavender string,
And she’d roam throughout the flow’rs and sing
A song like flowing water
This beloved father’s daughter
Whose laugh could make the rose take wing.

Her feet, once bare, roved these hills
Hills clad in pastel heather
And nevermore did such a lass
By the ash and yew grove pass
That fairest, lily maiden,
Her arms all flower-laden,
Cheeks like roses, eyes like glass.

Now she lies beneath the hills
Beneath the faded flowers,
Her feet lie still, her cheeks are cold,
Her eyes are shut, her hands in fold,
Her song has fallen still
And silent are the hills,
Now dark and oh, so dreary to behold.