Love Never Ceasing.

Sarah Bella Springer

Undying Love

©- MFB III

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Within this quiet glen,

where folks from way back when
are gathered here to spend

the years until time ends,
under bright moonlit skies

and whipper wills soft cries,
each night two lovers rise

and dance a sad reprise.


Hope sparkles in her eyes

while their two spirits fly,
he sings her lullabies

of love that never dies.


Sarah Bella Springer

let our kisses linger
gently squeeze my fingers

as I hold you close,
Let's dance away the evening

till morning bids our leaving,

then I'll whisper that I love you most.


She was but seventeen

in eighteen-eighty-three
when true love came to be

and filled her heart with glee,
but spinal fever came,

to quench the passions flames
then fate revoked his claim

to share with her his name.


And in the following year

he also disappeared,
Another wagoneer

lost in the vast frontier,
Until they found his bones

and brought his body home,
no longer left alone

from the one love he'd known.


They laid him very near

his Sarah Bella dear,
and if you wander near their

graves at night you'll hear...


Sara Bella Springer

let your kisses linger,
gently squeeze my fingers

as I hold you close,
we'll dance away the evenings till

heaven bids our leaving,
then I'll whisper that I love you most..

......whisper that I love you most.

This was a song that I wrote in a graveyard

as a tribute to a young girl who died in 1883

from spinal fever. I got to wondering at all that

she never knew, and maybe who she might have

left behind when fever took her.

The melody is haunting and reminiscent

of the 1960's Folk Rock style of music.







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Comments 4 comments

SilverGenes 6 years ago

I found this after you left a comment in saddlerider1's hub. This brought tears to my eyes. Beautiful and sad, yet the dance is ever hopeful. Every time I visit one of these old places, I can feel the loss as if it were my own and now again in your tender poem. It is a whole life story that I can see unfolding as if it were film.


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

My friend thank you for sharing this with me by visiting my hub of Lost Love in Kentucky. This as well rings of a sad event, mine was a made up story but still sad. Yours was for real of this young lady dying so early of spinal fever. Such love, hope and life shattered at such a young age.

Many in the 18th and 19th centuries were taken too early with disease, scarlet fever, plagues of all kinds.

What a lovely sad song this must be. It's kinda chilling yet a tribute to this sad girl to know she is also remembered in the 21st century. A tear fell from my eyes as I read.


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Poetry Girl 6 years ago from Arizona

beautiful....


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Rosemay50 5 years ago from Hawkes Bay - NewZealand

Thank you to Saddlerider for pointing out this hub.

This is so beautiful. Doesn't the name 'Sarah Bella Springer' just beg for a poem. You did her proud.

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