The Swedish Stranger
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Title
The Swedish Stranger
Description
No children wept o'er thee;
No wife mourned thy doom,
But strangers have laid theeWithin the dark tomb
Oh! thine was the sorrowThat knoweth no care,
That clouds the bright morrowToo dark to endure.
No ear heard thy sigh;
Far away o'er the billow,Alone thou didst die.
Ah! why from thy lov'd home,Why didst thou depart,
On the blue wave to roamFrom the friends of thy heart?
And no lov'd one was near -
Oh breathed there a heartCould refuse thee a tear,
Or that, cold as the moist clayThat covers thy breast,
Could still tranquilly lieIn its passionless rest?
A requiem, near
Where cold thou art lyingIn loneliness drear.
No willow bends o'er thee;No stone marks the spot,
But dark weeds around thee,Prove thou art forgot.
Creator
Unattributed
Source
1:10, p. 40
Date
1827.05.18
Contributor
From the New York Mirror
Collection
Citation
Unattributed, “The Swedish Stranger,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 19, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/37.
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