Poems (Jackson)/Found frozen
HE died, as many travellers have died,O'ertaken on an Alpine road by night;Numbed and bewildered by the falling snow,Striving, in spite of failing pulse, and limbsWhich faltered and grew feeble at each step,To toil up the icy steep, and bearPatient and faithful to the last, the loadWhich, in the sunny morn, seemed light!Which, in the sunny morn, seemed light!And yetI was in the place she called her home, she died;And they who loved her with the all of loveTheir wintry natures had to give, stood byAnd wept some tears, and wrote above her graveSome common record which they thought was true;But I, who loved her last and best,—I knew.
FOUND FROZEN.
HE died, as many travellers have died,O'ertaken on an Alpine road by night;Numbed and bewildered by the falling snow,Striving, in spite of failing pulse, and limbsWhich faltered and grew feeble at each step,To toil up the icy steep, and bearPatient and faithful to the last, the loadWhich, in the sunny morn, seemed light!Which, in the sunny morn, seemed light!And yetI was in the place she called her home, she died;And they who loved her with the all of loveTheir wintry natures had to give, stood byAnd wept some tears, and wrote above her graveSome common record which they thought was true;But I, who loved her last and best,—I knew.