Here you will find the Poem Ni-Chans Dirge For Yen-Oey of poet Augusta Davies Webster
SO soon asleep! Now must the coming years Weep ignorantly their loss they cannot know, And life miss ever what has never been We weep to-day, let theirs be sadder tears Who have not seen thee near as we have seen, Who shall but learn a hope died long ago. Alas for flowers untimely winds have broken, That should have scattered seed of following flowers! Alas for ruin of unbuilded towers! Alas for ripening words that die unspoken! But let them weep with sadder tears than ours Who shall but learn a hope died long ago, A world's hope long ago.
