Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, LITTLE NORA, OR THE PORTRAIT, by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER


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LITTLE NORA, OR THE PORTRAIT, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: I ask'd of little nora, but he drew
Last Line: Still nursed her pile of summer-wreaths and smiled.
Subject(s): Death - Children; Death - Babies


I ask'd of little Nora, but he drew
A piteous sigh - his answer did not come;
My friend stood gazing on his daughter's tomb,
Till, with a sudden shame, I saw it too;
At last he said: 'She died three moons ago':
So long entomb'd had little Nora been,
So long I knew not of her father's woe!
Then came her portrait forth, which I had seen,
And he had shown with pride, when last we met;
The same bright smile - the rose-o'erladen arms,
And all her pretty sum of infant-charms;
But lo! a fair memorial tress was set,
Facing the porcelain picture, where his child
Still nursed her pile of summer-wreaths and smiled.





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