Thomas Henry Kendall,
Mary Rivers
(1879)
“ None will ever sit where she did — none will ever fill her place. With the passing of our Mary, like a sunset out of sight, Passed away our pure first passion — all its life and all its light! All that made the world a dreamland — all the glory and the glow Of the fine, fresh, morning feeling vanished twenty years ago. Girl, whose strange, unearthly beauty haunts us ever in our sleep, Many griefs have worn our hearts out — we are now too tired to weep! Time has tried us, years have changed us; but the sweetness shed by you Falls upon our spirits daily, like divine, immortal dew. ”
