A tear bedews my Delia's eye,
To think yon playful kid must die;
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Very touching melody in this superb poem inculcates a sense of the demise of some one near and dear. Thanks for sharing.
It is harder to know when death will strike a creature down in its tender youth- hard to watch it enjoy the sunlight on its body and the green green grass it eats. Perhaps it is really better to die while young rather than to live in decrepit old age with dimming memories of the physical prowess of youth and the sheer joy of living back then