Woman Speaker monologue (Act 3) — Dalziels' Illustrated Goldsmith

In innocence and youth complaining, Next appear'd a lovely maid; Affliction, o'er each feature reigning, Kindly came in beauty's aid; Every grace that grief dispenses, Every glance that warms the soul, In sweet succession charms the senses, While pity harmonized the whole. "The garland of beauty," 'tis thus she would say, "No more shall my crook or my temples adorn: I'll not wear a garland—Augusta's away, I'll not wear a garland until she return; But, alas! that return I never shall see: The echoes of Thames shall my sorrows proclaim, There promised a lover to come—but, ah me! 'Twas Death—'twas the death of my mistress that came. But ever, for ever, her image shall last, I'll strip all the spring of its earliest bloom; On her grave shall the cowslip and primrose be cast, And the new blossom'd thorn shall whiten her tomb."