Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr

(1825-1913 / the United States)

Mercedes - Poem by Julia Caroline (Ripley) Dorr

O fair young queen, who liest dead to-day
In thy proud palace o'er the moaning sea,
With still, white hands that never more may be
Lifted to pluck life's roses bright with May
Little is it to you that, far away,
Where skies you knew not bend above the free,
Hearts touched with tender pity turn to thee,
And for thy sake a shadow dims the day!
But youth and love and womanhood are one,
Though across sundering seas their signals fly;
Young Love's pure kiss, the joy but just begun,
The hope of motherhood, thy people's cry
O thou fair child! was it not hard to die
And leave so much beneath the summer sun?

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 6, 2012

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