YES, thou art gone ! and never more
 Thy sunny smile shall gladden me ;
 But I may pass the old church door,
 And pace the floor that covers thee.

 May stand upon the cold, damp stone,
 And think that, frozen, lies below
 The lightest heart that I have known,
 The kindest I shall ever know.

 Yet, though I cannot see thee more,
 'Tis still a comfort to have seen ;
 And though thy transient life is o'er,
 'Tis sweet to think that thou hast been ;

 To think a soul so near divine, 
 Within a form so angel fair,
 United to a heart like thine,
 Has gladdened once our humble sphere.