Anna Seward - On a Lock of Miss Sarah Seward's Hair, Who Died in Her Twentieth Year lyrics

My angel sister, though thy lovely form Perished in youth's gay morning, yet is mine This precious ringlet!--still the soft hairs shine, Still glow the nut-brown tints, all bright and warm With sunny gleam!--Alas! each kindred charm Vanished long since; deep in the silent shrine Withered to shapeless dust!--and of their grace Memory alone retains the faithful trace.-- Dear lock! had thy sweet owner lived, ere now Time on her brow had faded thee!--My care Screened from the sun and dew thy golden glow; And thus her early beauty dost thou wear, Thou all of that fair frame my love could save From the resistless ravage of the grave!