
And Thou art Dead, as Young and Fair
By Lord Byron (George Gordon)
And thou art dead, as young and fair
         As aught of mortal birth;
And form so soft, and charms so rare,
         Too soon return'd to Earth!
Though Earth receiv'd them in her bed,
And o'er the spot the crowd may tread
         In carelessness or mirth,
There is an eye which could not brook
A moment on that grave to look.

I will not ask where thou liest low,
         Nor gaze upon the spot;
There flowers or weeds at will may grow,
         So I behold them not:
It is enough for me to prove
That what I lov'd, and long must love,
         Like common earth can rot;
To me there needs no stone to tell,
'T is Nothing that I lov'd so well.

Yet did I love thee to the last
         As fervently as thou,
Who didst not change through all the past,
         And canst not alter now.
The love where Death has set his seal,
Nor age can chill, nor rival steal,
         Nor falsehood disavow:
And, what were worse, thou canst not see
Or wrong, or change, or fault in me.

The better days of life were ours;
         The worst can be but mine:
The sun that cheers, the storm that lowers,
         Shall never more be thine.
The silence of that dreamless sleep
I envy now too much to weep;
         Nor need I to repine
That all those charms have pass'd away,
I might have watch'd through long decay.

The flower in ripen'd bloom unmatch'd
         Must fall the earliest prey;
Though by no hand untimely snatch'd,
         The leaves must drop away:
And yet it were a greater grief
To watch it withering, leaf by leaf,
         Than see it pluck'd to-day;
Since earthly eye but ill can bear
To trace the change to foul from fair.

I know not if I could have borne
         To see thy beauties fade;
The night that follow'd such a morn
         Had worn a deeper shade:
Thy day without a cloud hath pass'd,
And thou wert lovely to the last,
         Extinguish'd, not decay'd;
As stars that shoot along the sky
Shine brightest as they fall from high.

As once I wept, if I could weep,
         My tears might well be shed,
To think I was not near to keep
         One vigil o'er thy bed;
To gaze, how fondly! on thy face,
To fold thee in a faint embrace,
         Uphold thy drooping head;
And show that love, however vain,
Nor thou nor I can feel again.

Yet how much less it were to gain,
         Though thou hast left me free,
The loveliest things that still remain,
         Than thus remember thee!
The all of thine that cannot die
Through dark and dread Eternity
         Returns again to me,
And more thy buried love endears
Than aught except its living years.

When life as opening buds is sweet,
And golden hopes the fancy greet,
And Youth prepares his joys to meet, – –
Alas! how hard it is to die!

When just is seized some valued prize,
And duties press, and tender ties
Forbid the soul from earth to rise, – –
How awful then it is to die!

XXVII
       "O gentle child, beautiful as thou wert,
       Why didst thou leave the trodden paths of men
       Too soon, and with weak hands though mighty heart
       Dare the unpastur'd dragon in his den?
       Defenceless as thou wert, oh, where was then
       Wisdom the mirror'd shield, or scorn the spear?
       Or hadst thou waited the full cycle, when
       Thy spirit should have fill'd its crescent sphere,
The monsters of life's waste had fled from thee like deer.

For what is it to die,
But to stand in the sun and melt into the wind?
- ~Kahlil Gibran, from "The Prophet"

OH snatch'd away in beauty's bloom! On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear Their leaves the earliest of the year And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom:  And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head And feed deep thought with many a dream And lingering pause and lightly tread; Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!  Away! we know that tears are vain That Death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou who tell'st me to forget  Thy looks are wan thine eyes are wet.


I light a candle every day,
Hoping the pain will fade away,
But with the light of each new dawn,
Another day and your still gone.


To One in Paradise
By Edgar Allan Poe
Thou wast that all to me, love,
   For which my soul did pine—
A green isle in the sea, love,
   A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
   And all the flowers were mine.

Ah, dream too bright to last!
   Ah, starry Hope! that didst arise
But to be overcast!
   A voice from out the Future cries,
“On! on!”—but o'er the Past
   (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies
Mute, motionless, aghast!

For, alas! alas! with me
   The light of Life is o'er!
No more—no more—no more—
   (Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore)
   Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!

And all my days are trances,
   And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy grey eye glances,
   And where thy footstep gleams—
In what ethereal dances,
   By what eternal streams.

Annie, The holidays have been so sad without you, almost as bad as when we lost you last year. Annie, We miss you so much. Mama, Katie, Billy

you where the best friend i ever had. everyday is hard without you and your contagious smile. holidays will never be the same. (you won't be giving me food scraps, haha) gream is really cool you guys where sooooo cute. he is like a brother to me and a son to mama. fiona's baby turned 1! she is so cute!
i love you more then ever :) 
love, your sister and friend.

Fudge I miss you Anne I will never forget you.

I am so sad to hear a beautiful young woman has passed away. I never got to meet you but I'm sure you were very special. My heart goes out to your family. I hope they are ok.

Always a wildflower, you are deeply missed by all. Anne,      your beautiful spirit is forever aflame in our hearts.

I miss you with each passing day that pushes me farther from your existence.   I hope that you're finally freed from the pain.  I know that you're with us always, and that you'l never be that far away. <3

As the days and weeks pass, and as you return to life's routine, may you continue to feel comforted by the love and support of family and friends.

I had the pleasure of meeting Anne through Billy [whom I'm friends with and I went to high school with]. Anne always brought a smile to my face and had kind words. I hope your family is finding comfort in the sweet memories she made. May you all find peace. Sending my love and many hugs...

Anne Morgan was a special and brilliant individual.  She was intelligent, loyal and such a sweet girl. She will be deeply missed by myself as well and hundreds of others in Tallahassee as well as those she knew in Alaska and Georgia, ect. She was beautiful inside and out and the world will grieve the loss an amazing person for some time to come. I have so many wonderful memories with Anne that I will always cherish and hold dear to my heart.  I will continue to pray for the family as this time of pain during tragedy and holidays saddens our community. I drove over 1, 000 miles from Texas to attend the services, I only wish I had driven sooner to be able to see her and spend time with her before she passed away. I will always regret staying away for so long.. Anne will always be greatly missed. RIP my friend. ..I miss you and love you. Until next time...

Paige and Katie, Jan and I send our love to you both and to all of your family at this saddest of times. May your great memories provide solace and healing. Love never dies and in love, you will always be close to each other. Ann

I know that there are no words that could ever ease the pain of losing someone so beloved. May the God of all comfort be with all of Anne's family and friends during this time of intense grief and always. (Mark 5:35-42). I'm very sorry for your loss.

Paige,
My thoughts and prayers go to you, Billy and Katie. Your daughter always brought joy and happiness to her whenever she was around me and my family. I'll miss her crazy happy self! Allow the grief, but also allow the healing. Love, Nancy Rainey (Aunt Nancy to Kristin and her friends).

Paige,

From our family to yours, please accept our heartfelt sympathies on the loss of your daughter, Anne. You have our love and support always. We are praying for you at this most difficult time. God bless...

Love, The Ferforts

Paige,
We love you and are so deeply sorry for your loss.  We are all thinking of you and your family and pray that the peace of Christ will fill your heart.
Love,
Helen Langlois and the Langlois Children

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Anne Grace Morgan

21 julio, 1992 – 21 diciembre, 2013

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