To dearest Sam
In rememberance of my dearest Samantha (aka Satin)
Some things in life are totally beyond human conception, I think the loss of someone very close to your heart can be classed as one of those things. I know because it hasn't really sunk in that she's gone and that I'll never ever get a slap on the butt or a nice big huggle from her again. I do know, however, that the memories that I have will live with me forever and that all of them are good ones.
I have searched for some pieces of literature that she would have liked and I hope that by reading these, your memories will be happy too.
FOR OURSELVES WE MUST NOT WEEP
NOR OUR LOVED ONE LONG TO KEEP
FROM THE HOME OF REST AND PEACE
WHERE ALL CARES AND SORROW CEASE.
A LITTLE WORK, A LITTLE PLAY
TO KEEP US GOING - AND SO GOOD-DAY!
A LITTLE WARMTH, A LITTLE LIGHT
OF LOVE'S BESTOWING - AND SO, GOODNIGHT!
A LITTLE FUN, TO MATCH THE SORROW
OF EACH DAY'S GROWING - AND SO, GOOD-MORROW!
A LITTLE TRUST THAT WHEN WE DIE
WE REAP OUR SOWING! AND SO GOODBYE!
WHEN STARS AREIN THE QUIET SKIES,
THEN I MOST PINE FOR THEE;
BEND ON ME, THEN, THY TENDER EYES
AS STARS LOOK ON THE SEE.
HOW AT HEAVENS GATES SHE CLAPS HER WINGS,
THE MORN NOT WAKING 'TILL SHE SINGS...
SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER'S DAY?
THOU ART MORE LOVELY AND MORE TEMPERATE:
ROUGH WINDS DO SHAKE THE DARLING BUDS OF MAY,
AND SUMMER'S LEASE HATH ALL TOO SHORT A DATE:
SOMETIME TOO HOT THE EYE OF HEAVEN SHINES,
AND OFTEN IS HIS GOLD COMPLEXION DIMM'D;
AND EVERY FAIR FROM FAIR SOMETIMES DECLINES,
BY CHANCE, OR NATURE'S CHANGING COURSE UNTRIMM'D;
BUT THY ENTERNAL SUMMER SHALL NOT FADE,
NOR LOSE POSSESSION OF THAT FAIR THOU OW'ST,
NOR SHALL DEATH BRAG THOU WANDER'ST IN HIS SHADE,
WHEN IN ENTERNAL LINES TO TIME THOU GROW'ST.
SO LONG AS MEN CAN BREATHE, OR EYES CAN SEE,
SO LONG LIVES THIS AND THIS GIVES LIFE TO THEE.
SOMEWHERE I HAVE NEVER TRAVELLED, GLADLY BEYOND
ANY EXPERIENCE, YOUR EYES HAVE THEIR SILENCE:
IN YOUR MOST FRAIL GESTURE ARE THINGS WHICH ENCLOSE ME,
OR WHICH I CANNOT TOUCH BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO NEAR
YOUR SLIGHTEST LOOK EASILY WILL UNCLOSE ME
THOUGH I HAVE CLOSED MYSELF AS FINGERS,
YOU OOPEN ALWAYS PETAL BY PETAL MYSELF AS SPRING OPENS
(TOUCHING SKILFULLY, MYSTERIOUSLY) HER FIRST ROSE
OR IF YOU WISH TO BE CLOSE TO ME, I AND
MY LIFE WILL SHUT VERY BEAUTIFULLY, SUDDENLY,
AS WHEN THE HEART OF THIS FLOWER IMAGINES
THE SNOW CAREFULLY EVERYWHERE DESCENDING;
NOTHING WHICH WE ARE TO PERCEIVE IN THIS WORLD EQUALS
THE POWER OF YOUR INTENSE FRAGILITY: WHOSE TEXTURE
COMPELS ME WITH THE COLOUR OF ITS COUNTRIES,
RENDERING DEATHAND FOREVER WITH EACH BREATHING
(I DO NOT KNOW WHAT IT IS ABOUT YOU THAT CLOSES
AND OPENS; ONLY SOMETHING IN ME UNDERSTANDS
THE VOICE OF YOUR EYES IS DEEPER THAN ALL ROSES)
NOBODY, NOT EVEN THE RAIN, HAS SUCH SMALL HANDS
Please check out the other websites dedicated to Samamntha, they have all been well made and filled with love and caring.
Lady Sandra's dedication to her beloved sister Sam
TCA's dedication to her "cyber-mom"
Don't forget my links though!
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